It was a few minutes before five and there was an open seat at the bar. He hated sitting at a table so the tall vacant chair was a welcome sight. The seat had held his weight many times before.
A round leather circle slid across the marble toward him. The affable bartender pinned the coaster to the surface with a glass of water. "Martini, right?"
He forgets the tribulations endured over the course of the day now that this beautiful beverage sits before him. A delicate sip of the aromatic mixture immediately turns his veins to ice and his brain to overdrive.
Citrus. Astringency. Clarity. Pinpricks of sub-zero heat that tickle the side of his tongue. What could one or two of these delicious delicacies not fix?
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Bar To Home
A simple translation from bar to home.