“Well?” the man asked.
“About tahini,” the man said, gesturing to a nearby demo station. “My friend Noor makes this stuff. Sesame, garlic, lemon, and a secret ingredient she won’t tell me. I’m supposed to be giving away samples, but everyone just power-walks past me like I’m selling timeshares.”
Marco felt something loosen in his chest. The fluorescent lights seemed less harsh. The screaming toddler three aisles over faded into background noise. free gay sample
“So, Marco,” Sam said, leaning against the pickle display. “Do you have any other opinions? Pickles? Cheese? The existential dread of a Saturday afternoon?”
“Marco.”
The man handed him the cup. Marco dipped the toothpick in, tasted. The flavor was bright, nutty, with a kick of something unexpected—smoked paprika, maybe. It was surprisingly good.
“That one’s free,” Sam said, handing it over. “The tahini, I mean. And my number.” “Well
The free sample, he decided, was the best thing he’d ever picked up at a grocery store.