I can. I will. You better watch me.
Pleased to hear that he remembers her (who could forget?), Nova lifts her head proudly with a gracious smile. "Please, feel free to call me Nova out of business hours." Which is always, considering she isn't really a fortune teller, but she won't admit that aloud to anyone. That would ruin all the fun.
Giggling at the term 'on the rocks,' she inspects the supposedly sweet drink. His offered glass is met with understandable reluctance, but Nova's curiosity is too strong to resist, and she reaches forward to accept it. The scent hits her first, already too strong for her liking, but she still lifts it to her lips, never to be called a quitter.
Her face scrunches like a baby trying a lemon for the first time, nearly reeling with the taste that sears through her mouth and throat. "EW! Gods! That's disgusting!" As the initial burn fades, she can taste the vanilla and cinnamon dancing across her tongue. She hums softly as she reconsiders the drink, her lips smacking lightly. Maybe it's not that bad...
She takes another small sip, immediately regretting her decision as she pushes it back to Ronin. "Nope. Still gross."
Giggling at the term 'on the rocks,' she inspects the supposedly sweet drink. His offered glass is met with understandable reluctance, but Nova's curiosity is too strong to resist, and she reaches forward to accept it. The scent hits her first, already too strong for her liking, but she still lifts it to her lips, never to be called a quitter.
Her face scrunches like a baby trying a lemon for the first time, nearly reeling with the taste that sears through her mouth and throat. "EW! Gods! That's disgusting!" As the initial burn fades, she can taste the vanilla and cinnamon dancing across her tongue. She hums softly as she reconsiders the drink, her lips smacking lightly. Maybe it's not that bad...
She takes another small sip, immediately regretting her decision as she pushes it back to Ronin. "Nope. Still gross."
Nova
