“Hey, guys! What’s your poison?” asks the waiter, looking at us expectantly.
“Oh, I’d love 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 have no idea what they’re talking about. I’m not familiar with those drinks at all.
“Oh, I don’t drink. Thanks.”
“But we’re here to drink in 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 right in front of me.
“Alright, suit yourself…”
“Anyway, while we’re waiting for Amelie and Dylan, I have something to show you guys. I thought about it last night,” I say, pulling out my ta
