Max strolled over to the fruit basket that Roberto had left and rustled through the contents. He'd never seen such a mini pineapple and the mango looked great. The peach looked good. The lemon and lime looked good in the arrangement but he wasn't sure what they were for. You couldn't just eat them like an apple. Roberto demonstrated. The citrus was for enhancing a fruit, he explained. Sample how much better the watermelon and papaya was with a hefty squeeze of lime, he said, wielding a knife and a bowl. Max obliged and concurred that this was a very good idea. He decided to mix it up and squeeze the lemon on top of the peach. Roberto nodded his approval.
'Like mixing iced tea flavours.'
Max liked that idea. He might suggest it to Carmen for the bar, something for the mocktail crowd. Perhaps Miranda would enjoy it.
Carmen. Miranda. The two stable women in his life. He mused about them. Such different personalities, one sweet with a stone edge and the other sour with an unexpected zing. He couldn't imagine life with either of them now.