Soda or Pop
"Go on man!" Miroku hissed into his friend's dog-like ear. It twitched and he grunted, smearing the ketchup over the almost empty plate of fries. "Inuyasha… She's practically screaming for your attention!"
The hanyou glanced over his broad shoulder. She was beautiful, he thought, although a little childish. To Kill a Mocking Bird lay in her lap. She blew into her drink and made the bubbles rise. She giggled, her gray eyes dancing, and did it again. He found it cute, which was strange coming from him. He stood up and walked over to her. His parents had met in this diner.
It must have been genetic.
