the pusher.

It was a simple thing I wanted, but I really wanted it. The poor girl. When she turned around, she looked so worried. "We're all out," she said. But seriously? I'd been craving so bad! I guess she could tell. She glanced once, twice. Ok. "Ok," she said. "Boss isn't here, so I'm going to give you this new stuff. It's not supposed to be out til Tuesday. But for you..." Her back was to me again. Hands were gloved and furtive, hasty. "It's stronger," she warned. "You can even smell the difference. Smell."

So I breathed in long. Then I sipped, and yeah, the new chai tea at Starbucks is pretty alright.