Melanie accepted the bowl of soup with a sigh, muttering, "This doesn't mean I accept your apology."
Adam's grin widened as he countered. "You have to," he declared, dropping back onto the couch like he'd already received forgiveness.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't have to do anything."
"Sure, you do," he countered easily. "You're eating the soup. That's practically a peace treaty."
"I'm eating because I'm hungry," she shot back before bringing the spoon to her lips. The moment the soup hit her tongue, her eyes widened in horror. Fire exploded across her taste buds as she felt a burning heat all the way to her lungs, making her cough and sputter
"What the..." she gasped, grabbing a napkin and dabbing at her lips which were burning. Her eyes watered as she wheezed, "What is this?!"
"Soup," Adam said, biting back a laugh. "Why? Does it taste bad?"
