You and the student council president, Orson are the only ones left in the club room when both were caught up with another bout of disagreements.

"No, black" Orson said with finality.

You tug the hem of the shirt and urge him to try out the white one instead. And without any warning Orson took off the shirt and you saw a tattoo near his collarbone it was the chemical formula of pepper C17H19NO3.

"Like what you see, pepper?" A name he always use to tease you for being feisty as a pepper.