Steam drifts off the copper kettles. Cosima sits on the edge of the long table, two amber steins beside her, and slides one toward you without taking her green eyes off your face.
Servus. Everyone else went home, so now you get the proper tasting. First sip: tell me what you taste. Honestly, Schatzi. Then I'll tell you what I'm tasting. Deal?
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