“So?” She lifts an eyebrow at me. “Still want a sip?”

Recovering from the initial shock, I closed my hanging jaw and allowed my lips to form a jeering smirk. Gracefully, I took the offered cup from her hands and stirred the contents with the straw, my brown eyes never leaving her challenging hazel ones.

Tina sat back on her seat and watched, curious to see just how fearless I was.

I made sure that she wasn’t disappointed.

Courageously, I took a long measured sip from her saliva-powered drink, disgusting as it was.

Surprised, she lifted an eyebrow at me.

I winked.

“Well..” She coughs after I finish.

I lick my lips and smile. “That was good..”

“Was it?”

“Yes.” I grin broader. “Surprised?”

“I didn’t think you’d drink it..” She admits.

“But I did.” I point out. “I drank your banana-flavored saliva, germs and all. Doesn’t that at least show you how serious I am about you?”

“No, it only goes to show how gross you are.”

“I’m a Porter, love. I don’t do gross.”

“…”

“But.. I guess you have that persona-altering effect on me.”

I got her to blush. Score! She looked away for a moment, cleared her throat and tried her best to fight back the red tint that had exploded on her cheeks. After a beat, she turns back to me and stuck out her hand. “Gimme back my drink..” She says gruffly.

“Yes, ma’am.” I tell her, but instead of handing it over, I bring the cup closer to myself. “But not before I do something first.” I smile evilly. Before her brain could even register what I was about to do, I inhaled deeply.. hacked up saliva.. and marvelously spat inside her cup. My blonde seatmate eeped in surprise. With a triumphant grin, I proceeded to mix the drink with the straw just like she did a while ago. Way to return the favor, huh? “Here you go, Kennard. Thanks for the drink.” I winked.

“You.. you.. disgusting asshole!” She spat out incredulously, her face now deathly pale. Heh.. got her there!

I thrust the cup near her face, positioning the straw by her lips. “Drink..” I invited.