MAGIC POTION
The first sip tasted revolting. Bitter, burnt. I made a face.
“That’s normal,” he said. “Just keep drinking, it’ll get better.”
I doubted it. The second, third, fourth, and fifth sips were no better. I put the mug back on its coaster.
“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t care how much magic is in this, I don’t think it’s for me.”
He stared at me, his blue eyes wide with astonishment.
“You can’t be serious,” he said. “Everyone likes coffee.”