"Hey, guys! What's your poison?" Asks the waiter who's looking at us expectantly.
"Oh, I'd love to have a gin martini on the rocks, please." Says Jessica.
Then Louis follows. "A glass of dirty martini please."
"Alright coming right up." Says the bartender.
"Hey, Sam. What's your choice of poison?"
Jessica asks me. But I don't know what they were saying about the drinks. Besides, I am not familiar with those drinks they order.
"Oh, I don't drink. Thanks."
"But we're here to drink for the meantime. Come on, it's on me. Just order anything you want." Jessica insists.
"I'm good with this, Jessica.."
I point at the charcuterie platter that is just in front of me.
"Alright. Suits yourself..."
"Anyway, while we're waiting for Amelie and Dylan, I have something to show you guys. I had
