“Come on, just try it!”

Tseng regarded the concoction with nothing less than contempt and suspicion. He was a coffee purist, like Rude, and Reno knew that. But Rude had liked it when he made it, and Reno was nothing if not persistent.

He pushed the iced coffee into Tseng’s gloved hands.

Tseng held it up. He swirled it around like this was some kind of fancy wine tasting, the ice cubes clinking.

Finally, with a sigh, he gave it a sip.

“It’s very sweet.”

His tone was scathing, but Reno’s face lit up when he took another long sip.