Refreshingly Different

I'm in love with Izze.  Her adorable little fruit icon woos me at Starbucks nearly every time.  Izze sways me away from the tall 1.5 pump 2% mocha latte.  She beckons me with her essence of pomegranates, her tart lemon-limes, her tangy, sweet grapefruits, her deliciously orange-y tangerines.  Izze whispers in my ear in her fizzy, bubbly language that only I seem to understand, "Drink me Stephanie.  I'm only 100 calories.  Who needs milk on this 80 degree day?  I will leave you feeling so refreshingly different."

And so I comply.  Because I like to be refreshed.  I like to be different.  Izze and I just get along so well.  We're swell together.  Yeah.  Swell.