Zeb gazes intently into the glass, the ice slightly melting, diluting the once vibrant Chartreuse into a more muted hue. In the dim light, his reflection warps within the curved edges of the glass, and the occasional bubble ascends from the depths of the green elixir. The drink seems to hold an entire spectrum within its confines—a mesmerizing distraction from the weight of information now on his USB necklace. It's almost as if the drink promises a brief respite from the intrigue and danger that are no doubt a part of the path ahead.

taken in #chatsubo