Leo sputtered, frantically looking for the nearest water fountain to wash away the lingering, dry aftertaste. "Why does that even exist?" he gasped.
For a millisecond, it felt refreshing. Then, the botanical bitterness of the non-alcoholic aperitif hit his tongue like a physical weight. His face contorted—eyebrows shooting up, mouth puckering into a grimace that looked like he’d just bitten into a grapefruit peel soaked in medicine.
"Trust me," Mark said, his voice reaching a pitch of forced enthusiasm. "You haven't lived until you've tried the Italian classic. It’s a legend".
The Florida sun beat down on the Epcot pavement, but inside , the air was crisp and smelled faintly of sugar. Mark led his younger brother, Leo, toward the shimmering row of self-serve soda fountains.
Leo, parched and unsuspecting, looked at the clear, bubbly liquid flowing into his small paper cup. The label read in a simple, unassuming font. He had already enjoyed the sweet, fruity Fanta flavors from Thailand and Moldova, so he didn't hesitate. "Cheers," Leo said, tipping the cup back.
Leo sputtered, frantically looking for the nearest water fountain to wash away the lingering, dry aftertaste. "Why does that even exist?" he gasped.
For a millisecond, it felt refreshing. Then, the botanical bitterness of the non-alcoholic aperitif hit his tongue like a physical weight. His face contorted—eyebrows shooting up, mouth puckering into a grimace that looked like he’d just bitten into a grapefruit peel soaked in medicine.
"Trust me," Mark said, his voice reaching a pitch of forced enthusiasm. "You haven't lived until you've tried the Italian classic. It’s a legend".
The Florida sun beat down on the Epcot pavement, but inside , the air was crisp and smelled faintly of sugar. Mark led his younger brother, Leo, toward the shimmering row of self-serve soda fountains.
Leo, parched and unsuspecting, looked at the clear, bubbly liquid flowing into his small paper cup. The label read in a simple, unassuming font. He had already enjoyed the sweet, fruity Fanta flavors from Thailand and Moldova, so he didn't hesitate. "Cheers," Leo said, tipping the cup back.