Rowen

*There is a subtle sharp punch to it; Not obvious, but it's there. I wondered if my tongue is playing a trick or me, or..* Was there.. a bit of liqour or chilli added into the blend? *I inquired the multi-arm barista in front of me quizzically, the corner of my mouth turning upwards in amusement at the possibility that there's chilli or liqour in my coffee.*

*Rowen is taken aback by her question. How did she know? He was trying to keep that a secret. But he can't help but admire her curiosity and intelligence. He smiles slyly* Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. But I'm curious, how did you know?

*So there Is at least one of them in there, I thought, admiring the guts he has to serve a strong drink to a first-timer.* The spike it gives, oh, I'd recognize it anywhere. *I giggled in memberance of a rather absurd memory.* Someone once spiked both of them in my tea for mornings as a joke. *I pft- ed in the mid of my recalling of the unfortunate occurrence.* Let's just say I am very wide awake for the rest of the day. *I add after a moment.* And a few days more.