Veritas gestures at the glasses, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes strewn across his face.
“Is it half full or half empty?”
Aventurine’s laugh this time is even breathier. “It looks like wine to me.”
“I see. So that’s the type of person you are.”
Or, that story where Aventurine goes undercover as a stripper (amongst other things) to infiltrate Intelligentsia Corporation by befriending and bedding the young millionaire heir to the throne. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
