I opened my mouth on autopilot and let him pop the grape in.
Big mistake.
It was like biting into betrayal. Sour didn't even begin to cover it. My entire face contorted like I'd just licked a lemon during a wind tunnel experiment.
He stared at me, dead serious. "Sweet?"
I nodded too fast. "So sweet. Honestly. Incredible. Peak grape."
He pushed the entire bowl my way. "Great. They're all yours. Liam grew them himself - claims they're good for… facial nerve stimulation."
Because they make you grimace so hard, I thought silently.
I forced myself to eat the painfully sour grapes.
Though the experience was excruciating, at least they were natural and organic.
Liam emerged with two bowls of ice cream, noticing the grape skins on the table. "You like them, Cecilia?"
"...Um - "
Not want
