As soon as I asked the blunt question, I'd have given anything to take it back.
The night had gone so well, and now my stupid big mouth had let my brain switch off and given an opening for my hormones to blurt out what I was thinking. Any moment now, i thought, she would slap me, or at the very least order me to get out of her apartment. In fact I was already beginning to stand when she finally spoke.
"I don't think I know that, is that a cocktail?"
In retrospect, explaining it was a bad idea.
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