Chapter Seven

The Magic of the Cocktail

She peered through the glass door, pushed it open and stepped inside.

Her high heels click-clacked against the wooden floor, catching the attention of the bartender who was busy tidying up.

Bartender: Ah, it's you. Haven't seen you in a while. And you’re early today. There, take a seat.

The bartender gestured to a stool by the wall, opposite a full-length framed mirror. She nodded faintly and made her way to the seat, glancing around the empty bar.

With a troubled heart, she said, "I couldn't find him... I went to his flat, but no one answered.”

The bartender looked at her dispirited gaze, and replied "Ah, I see... Well, in that case, why not have a drink and take a break? I've just made a cocktail. Would you like to try it?"

She nodded, and the bartender placed the cocktail in front of her.

She lifted the glass and admired it closely, captivated by the layered, shimmering shades of pink.

Woman: What’s the name of this cocktail?

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Man: What’s the name of this cocktail?

Bartender: Allover.