“You got a margarita, too.” I said with a smile that was way too wide over a drink as Dev walked back to me holding two of the same drinks.
“Yup. I can’t let you have all the girly drinks to yourself.” He teased me.
“Pft,” I take the glass from him and sip to shut myself up before I say something I’m sure I would regret.
“Holy balls, this is amazing. The strawberries taste like they’ve been picked like minutes ago.” I revel on the fruit’s freshness, never having tasted something so good.
The only alcohol I’ve ever had in my life were cheap ones, obviously. They all tasted like sewer water, but the alcohol percentages were so high that you felt like you were transported to another dimension.
“That’s because they were. It’s from the greenhouse.” Dev explains and no freaking wonder.
