He carefully slipped the substance into your drink when you weren't looking, stirring it carefully with a spoon before quickly hiding the utensil. You turned back around and took a sip of your drink, sipping it slowly. He tried to look normal, but he couldn't help the slight bead of sweat on his head from his nervousness. What if this went wrong? What if it didn't work? The thought of his potion not working almost seemed like it was a nightmare....