Julian sat on the edge of a concrete wall, wearing a casual hooded jumper, a pair of black washed jeans. The man's skin looked creamy, with a healthy tan and dark circles under his eyes. He swished a small glass of cola—not the cheap, off-brand garbage, but a full sugar, full-flavour original cola.
The bottle was half empty, glistening in the mid-afternoon sunlight as he waited for the two women who asked to meet him at the mall.
"To think the taste has changed this much since I was a kid..."
Despite its high sugar count and the empty calories, he didn't care. Because when working out at the rate Julian had been, it didn't matter, and most of all, it was because the world was coming to an end.
Enjoying the icy chill of the nostalgic drink, he raised the bottle and savoured the sweet caramel taste. Then, avoiding the passing glances, he guzzled the last of the cola... and instantly let out a sigh of delight.
"So good!"
