Chapter 2 of the Hip Hipsters and the Spec-wearing Specter
Nifter opened the smoked-glass door of his center island wine fridge and produced a three-year-old bottle of the region’s most teeth-staining blend.
“God I can’t wait to put that in my mouth,” Jessa cried out.
Nifter and Holly gave her an eye roll.
Jessa did a noncommittal what? shrug, mouth agape. “Tell me you have some of those caramels you’ve been working on,” she said. “I need something salty in my mouth too.”
“Really?” Nifter shot Holly another glance as he mouthed how drunk is she?
This time both girls shrugged and Nifter chuckled as he handed both a third of a bottle’s worth in his stemless glasses which he blew himself during his glass-blowing phase.
Holly took a sniff and spun the glass on Nifter’s concrete countertop.
“This wine’s got more sediment than a romantic comedy,” Holly sniffed.
Jessa and Nifter didn’t want to give Holly the satisfaction on…
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