We approached the counter at the same time.
I wanted a life love.
Could that be ordered here?
I watched her flash cash.
In slowmo, it seemed, she brought the clear, long-necked glass
up to her
I watched the liquid gold leave the bottle and
Drink me. No, really. Drink me (instead).
That’ll be $4.25 she was told.
Pretty cheap experience, all in all.