Seras stood close and unworried in June’s protective aura. Shuffling, conversation, and laughter sounded around her. She could smell the people, some wearing deodorant or cologne, others with a sour tang lingering beneath the smell of leather and beer.
Pumpkin. Americans were obsessed with pumpkins. She’s scoffed to hear of a pumpkin spiced latte before trying one and actually enjoying it. The sweet cream, pumpkin, the cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. It reminded her somewhat of a mulled wine, but she couldn’t go so far as to say they were similar. But a pumpkin beer? Her lip twitched, unsure what to make of it.
Her mind made up, she gave June’s hand another squeeze. “Let’s do the pumpkin. And you said oysters?” She asked, making sure she’d understood. “Do you like seafood?”
Pumpkin. Americans were obsessed with pumpkins. She’s scoffed to hear of a pumpkin spiced latte before trying one and actually enjoying it. The sweet cream, pumpkin, the cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. It reminded her somewhat of a mulled wine, but she couldn’t go so far as to say they were similar. But a pumpkin beer? Her lip twitched, unsure what to make of it.
Her mind made up, she gave June’s hand another squeeze. “Let’s do the pumpkin. And you said oysters?” She asked, making sure she’d understood. “Do you like seafood?”