"Why do you love that drink so much? It tastes weird." I asked, staring pointedly at the drink in his hand.

 

"It's iced americano! How can you NOT like it?"

 

I shrugged. "I don't understand how you can drink so much of it."

 

"Have you even tried it before?"

 

I stared intently at the smartphone in my hands, evading the question.

 

He poked my shoulder, "Yah, you haven't, have you?"

 

"I have..." I blurted out, knowing it was a blatant lie.

 

He chuckled, shooting me a look. "That was pathetic."

 

"Maybe I haven't tried it, so what?"

 

He held out his precious iced coffee to me, offering a taste.

 

"Try it."

 

I shook my head stubbornly in reply, pushing his hand away.

 

"Tryy,"

 

He nagged, holding the words out in a whine.

 

"No!" she frowned, turning her head away.

 

"Just one sip!" he insisted, voice turning whiny with aegyo.

 

Oh great. I took a deep breath, giving in.

 

"All right, all right!"

 

His eyes brightened, beaming eagerly he presented the drink to me. I took a tiny sip from the straw and waited. A bitter yet sweet coldness seeped into my mouth, I cringed, frowning at the bitter tang it left as I hurried to swallow it.

 

"Like I said, how do you even like it?" I muttered, glaring at him for forcing it down my throat.

 

"How can you not like it?" he shot back in exasperation. 

 

I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh. This guy.

 

 

A/N : I wonder of anyone actually reads these... Hehe ><" many apologies again, for this crappy piece of writing