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Zoya still felt dubious as she took the small paper cup. Genya, meanwhile, wore an expression that was half of fear and half of glee.
“The chestnut praline latte is the single malt whiskey of lattes, convince me otherwise!” Genya had crowed.
They’d been discussing expensive coffees. Zoya had never heard of the concoction.
“Let me buy one for you.” Genya had clung to Zoya’s arm, dragging her into the shop.
Zoya coughed as foam and crumbs of cookies caught in her throat. She shook her head.
“More for me, then,” Genya said with a shrug, lips kissing the cup.