I took a sip of the coffee and grimaced. Not because the coffee was bad or anything—in fact, it was the best the city had—but because I was practically living on it.
My blood felt like it was sixty percent caffeine at this point.
Raising my wrist, I checked the time.
"Three more minutes."
I took another sip, a big one this time, before turning toward the colorful scenery of the garden.
The sun was high, but the air was cool and fresh. Mostly, that was thanks to the industrial air conditioning units tucked into every corner, fighting the natural humidity to keep the models from sweating.
The pink blossoms hung heavily on the trellises overhead, their petals dancing in the artificial breeze, making a soft, sonorous sound.
Lowering the coffee mug, I exhaled deeply. Cherry blossoms. Anything but the scent of that damn coffee.
"I think I'm going to throw up," Leila muttered, taking another sip of her coffee anyway.
