“A Diet Coke?” Kevin seems affronted. “That’s boring. Get a real drink.” I never drink alcohol when I’m on a first date with a man I’ve met on Cynch. I don’t want to impair my judgment in any way. “Diet Coke is a real drink.” “No, it’s not.” “Well, it’s a liquid.” I glare at him across the sticky wooden table. “So I would call it a drink.” Kevin rolls his eyes at the waitress. “Fine, I will have a Corona and she will have a Diet Coke.” Then he winks at the waitress and mouths the word Sorry.”