"I don't like strawberry."
The sentence was like a stab to Jett's guts.
"What?" Jett frowned. "But–"
"But what?" Jamie cut in. "You thought I'd be obsessed with anything pink because of the way I dress?"
Jett froze.
"Of course not." Jett defended.
But he knew damn well that was the reason.
Jamie looked exactly like a strawberry, so he immediately thought he would like one.
"That's profiling. It's rude." Jamie sneered.
Jett narrowed his eyes.
He didn't like losing, especially when it came to Jamie. He was competitive, he knew that, and he knew damn well he wasn't going to lose to Jamie either.
He dropped back into his seat, shoving the offending strawberry cup closer to Jamie like maybe proximity would change his mind.
It didn't.
Jamie only stared blankly at the cup, then back at him.
"Fine," Jett muttered. "Let's try again."
He stood up and went back to the counter.
Vanilla latte this time. If he didn't like strawberry, he should like vanilla. Right?
"Nope."
