April 23, 2016
"Yum." I smacked my lips for emphasis.
Nate frowned at me, one black eyebrow cocked. "It's just Starbucks."
As if. 'Just Starbucks' indeed. Who'd say such a thing?
Giving him a quick don't-be-daft scowl, I corrected him saying, "Blasphemer! It's never just Starbucks. That's like saying it's just the Taj Mahal or it's just the winning lottery ticket. Have you no sense of proportion?" Turning back to the road lest I drive us into someone's lawn, I added, "Besides, I