Congratulations on Realizing You Don't Even Like Bubble Tea!

After the third sip you'll put down the cup and announce it to the entire cafe.

"I don't really like this."

You'll stand up at the shitty little formica table you're drinking off of and push away.  The chair will squeak beneath you.

"I don't really like this at all."

You'll turn on one foot and walk towards the door.  Around step three someone in the store will start a slow clap.  Around step nine, the clap will have erupted into a chorus of chops and smacks, a pounding versal chorus that will drown out Akiko's protests as she fades behind you, still sitting at the table, tears welling in her eyes.  You won't hear her, won't even remember to look and see if she's speaking until you step out of the door and turn around.

Out there, you'll see her, eyes streaming tears, eyeliner dribbling into black rivulets running down each side of her face.  When she reaches out towards you, you'll walk away.  You'll know in your heart that you changed so much for her but this, this will be too much.

"I've got to stop dating Asian women," you'll mutter under your breath as you walk down the street, away from Akiko, away from your life together, determined to never again drink bubble tea.

Congratulations on Realizing You Don't Even Like Bubble Tea!