I looked over as Aiden plopped himself down in the chair next to me after another two hours.
He had something in his hand, it was like a drink but it was in a coconut shell. I leaned over peering at the bright blue liquid, "What are you drinking?" was it meant to be that color?
It almost looked like a child's drink. Aiden looked up, his grey eyes matching the metallic silver straw, "Want some?"
I shook my head, "No thank you"
Aiden pushed it into my hands and I reluctantly took a sip, down the side of the coconut cup. He must have been watching me as he broke into a smile, "Good right?" he asked.
I pulled back from the drink "What is that?" because, in fact, it was delicious. It was like drinking candy, and the last thing I thought Aiden would drink. It was so good that I went back fo
