Ethan's POV
I lounged back in my chair, sipping the lukewarm coffee that tasted more like dishwater than anything resembling a caffeine fix. Henry, Matthew, and Jacob sat around the table, each wearing expressions that mirrored my disappointment.
"Is it just me," I said, swirling the murky liquid in my cup, "or does this coffee taste like it was brewed with yesterday's gym socks?"
Matthew snorted. "Ethan, my friend, you've hit the nail on the head. I think I'd rather lick the sidewalk than finish this cup."
"Come on, guys," Henry said. "It's not that bad. It's... uh... artisanal?"
We all stared at him for a beat before bursting into laughter.
"Artisanal?" Jacob repeated. "Is that the new term for 'tastes like crap' now?"
I set my cup down with a dramatic sigh. "You know, boys, I thi
