“Raspberry . . . coconut . . . chocolate . . . caramel . . . lemon—okay, here we go!”
Lifting out the bottle marked “Butterscotch,” Maxzyne places it on the counter, holding a soda glass to the shiny silver spout. She pushes down on the lever and the spout squirts light brown syrup into the glass. “One . . . two . . . three . . . and . . . that’s it,” she counts. Returning the butterscotch bottle to its tray, she chooses another marked “Vanilla.” Making another squirt into the tall glass, she again counts, “One . . .” She smiles at Elise. “Three butterscotch, plus one vanilla. That’s the recipe.” She holds the tall glass high, admiring the amber, liquid drizzles. “See? This is easy. You know, I should probably work here when I grow up.”
“I thought you were going to be an artist,” Elise reminds her, licking a lollipop.
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