Orderin' drinks
Local coffeeshop, 2pm.
Me: Hi, I'll have a small hot chocolate to go, please.
Her: Sure thing.
She hands me a hot chocolate. I take a sip.
Me: This is delicious! Wow! Why is this so good?
Her: Aww, thanks! We use a homemade ganache.
Me: So would you say you make your ganache with panache?
She looks at me sternly.
Her: I wish I didn't have to do this, but you gave me no choice.
Me: You wish you didn't have to be SO IN LOVE WITH ME? Baby, it's cool.
Her: Soon this will all be over.
She pushes a red button underneath the counter.
Me: Did you just hit the silent alarm? Girl, the cops can't stop our love.
Colorado disappears in a mushroom cloud.
