Thirteen
It didn’t take long for her to return with two glasses that looked suspiciously like cocktails and small snacks. She handed me one of the plates and the smell of spicy lust wafted up from the toastie.
“It’s nothing fancy but I figured you should eat something,” Lana commented casually. “And I made you a drink too. I call it the Dirty Demon.”
I laughed. “What’s in it?”
“Guess.”
I stirred the ice cold drink with the metal straw. “You’re not going to tell me?”
Lana’s eyes sparkled. “Where’s the fun in that?”
"Alright.” I took a tentative sip, letting the flavours open up. The coldness slightly numbed my tongue and it was the fragrance of mint that hit me first. The sharp, fresh smell opened up my nose to the other components. There was something sweet and tangy, like mango or
