Kevin's never loved tea. He likes it. Enjoys the flavors of the world in every cup. Earl Grey brewed to exact precision in London. Milky Chai simmered for hours in a dorm room at Yale. Matcha's near-endless tranquility just outside of Kyoto.
It's never the drink that draws him; it's the ritual. And there's none he likes better than dozens of tiny cups poured alongside dim sum, green or oolong or both, catching up on Beijing gossip, laughing until he can't breath, pausing only long enough to thank the server as she brings him and his friends still more tea.
Thoughts?
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A Drabble A Day
FanfictionA 100-word drabble written for every day in Sept 2017 as part of the September Pentatonix Creator's Challenge 2017 #SePTXCC17
