Acknowledgments

He smelled the delicate notes of sandalwood as he neared him. The boy’s scent was much too sophisticated. Like it didn’t belong with the lagers and the bourbons, “You don’t belong here, kiddo,” said the man, sniffing at the prized scent of the very young boy.
The said boy just looked at the man, “What makes you say that?”
“You’re not holding your beer right,” replied the man, still sniffing.
“How am I supposed to hold it then?”
“You either hold the base or the neck.”
“Like this?” said the boy, clasping the neck of the bottle, “Feels odd.”
“You never held a bottle before haven’t ya? I doubt if you even drink.”
The man took a swig of ale, then wiped his chin with a big gloved hand.
“I’m old enough to drink, thank you,” the boy said, much to his irritation.
“Why am I finding that hard to believe?”
“Cos I’m not a boy. I just look like one.”