In Love (Not) by Own Will

A drop of a love potion. Just a drop!

“Let the boy drink it, look at you, and he’ll fall in love so much that you won’t be able to get rid of him,” promised the grandmother.

Plop!...

— You’re my savior.

The man took a mug of the drink from the tray and… downed it in two sips. Coffee made for my beloved!
With a drop of precious love potion!
So that Senya would drink it and fall in love with me—and so our “happily ever after” would last for the rest of our days.

The pleasure of the drink showed on the handsome, arrogant thief’s face.
— That’s exactly what I need, he smiled charmingly.
— How much do I owe you?

— Huh? I mentally screamed. I was busy cutting the arrogant thief into equal square pieces with the skill of a sushi master.

— For the coffee, how much do I owe?

— What… what have you done?!— horror hit me as the situation unraveled.