He pulled out his wallet, giving the woman a 20 before turning with our drinks in his hand.
“Oh Sir!” the cashier called, holding out his change.
He turned and said “Keep it,” before giving me one drink with a smile.
We left the shop and stood under the overhang for a minute before Tyler suggested “Want to go sit on the cars? It’s not too hot today to sit on the hoods.”
It was fall in Las Vegas. Temperatures were sitting in the 80’s currently so I agreed. The sun still felt great against my skin. Tyler perched himself on the black hood of his car and patted the spot next to him. I handed him my drink before climbing up much less gracefully than he’d managed.
With that ever present grin on his face he handed my drink back to me and put his own straw in his mouth.
“You ever had bubble tea before?” He asked.
I shook my head and took a long sip. Chunks filled my mouth and I gagged. Bubble tea shot out of my mouth and nose.
Tyler laughed hard before assuring me in a breathless voice, “The chunks are supposed to be there.”
“What the hell was THAT?” I gagged.
After waiting for him to stop laughing he settled back against the windshield and answered, “That was bubble tea.”