special brew. | BrightWin

17.

[Mentions of digestive problems. Reminder again that this is not meant to provide medical information or advice. If you are having any health issues, please consult a doctor~]

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Over the past couple months, I have been searching for information to understand Bright's digestive problems better. Some of the strange medical terms caught me off guard when I was reading through various websites and books, but thankfully I did manage to gain somewhat of an understanding of them.

I knew that Bright loved smoothies, and thankfully it was simple enough for me to make. I decided to consult one of my friends who was a dietician, and he gave me some advice on what I could use in the smoothie. I experimented and tried many different ingredients, until I was sure that I perfected my recipe before letting Bright try it.

Heaven knows how disgusting it tasted when I first tried making it. It tasted like vomit.

"You're here!" I greeted when I opened the door. It has become our weekly thing where he'd come over to my place every Sunday to spend the day together, and most times he'd end up staying the night. We're both so busy with work during the week that it's hard to meet up sometimes, so we agreed to meet every Sunday instead.

"You seem extra chirpy today. What's up?" He said, leaning against the counter as he watched me fumbling around the kitchen.

"You'll see. I have a surprise for you." I said, trying to seem secretive and mysterious.

He walked over while I was searching for my blender in the overhead cabinet, trapping me between his arms. "I'd like to see the surprise now."

"Well Mr Vachi, you'll have to be patient because I have to make it first." I quickly replied. He always likes to use these funny tricks on me that makes me speechless, because he knows I get flustered and shy easily - but he will not get his way this time.

He chuckles and gives me a quick peck on the lips before releasing me.

I get around to making my perfected recipe and instructed him to distract himself by watching the television or just doing something else. "The master's craft cannot be observed," I said. He surprisingly obliged, as I expected him to stubbornly refuse.

I cut all the fruits and measured out the other ingredients, and put them into the blender and mixed everything up. The color turned out perfect, and the taste was just what I had aimed for. All those weeks of practicing really paid off.

It's also at times like this that I wonder how Bright can memorise all those recipes for the drinks he makes at his café, and on top of that, make them so well.

"What's this?" He asked when I handed a glass of the smoothie I made to him.

"It's a magic potion."

"Well then, let's see what your poison, I mean potion, does."

"So rude."

He laughs and takes a sip of it, and takes a bigger gulp of it with the happiest smile on his face. "This is delicious! What did you put in it?"

"That's only for me to know. Whenever you feel like having it, just order a 'Special Brew' from the master chef right here and it will be served."

"Brew? But there's no coffee or tea in this, bub." He says while giggling.

"I don't care, it's a nice name."

He puts down the glass and laughs, stroking my hair. "Why did you decide to make this so suddenly anyway?"

"Well...ever since that day you said you had digestive problems, I've been looking around for lots of information on what kinds of food would help." I explained. "I know your medications are helping, but I just thought maybe introducing something beneficial into your diet would help even more."