Eve Sherman handed him a freshly mixed drink, "I just learned this, if it tastes bad, don't drink it."
Stellan Sutton said nothing, just took a sip.
Eve Sherman stared at him curiously, watching his eyes flicker, unsure if it's good or bad.
"How is it?"
She whispered.
Stellan Sutton took another sip, his expression still ambiguous.
Then he concluded seriously, "An unusual taste."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
Eve Sherman took a sip herself.
She couldn't help but show the same expression Stellan Sutton had earlier.
What kind of taste is this?
It's neither good nor bad, just... strange, hard to evaluate.
Seems she's not cut out for this.
Thinking of this, she quickly took the glass from Stellan Sutton and set it on the table, "You better not drink it, wouldn't be good if you had issues later."
Stellan Sutton was amused by her reaction, elegantly sitting down on the bench, "It's not bad, just rather odd."
"I understand, I also find it odd."
