The bar was a little loud tonight, but the demeanor was somehow still soft. golden light was spilling across the counters, low music playing as you cleaned glasses behind the bar. then, the same girl from last week walked in. Katrina. her hair spilled around her shoulders. she sat at the far end and rested her chin.

"can you make me something light?.. something that tastes like a sunset." she said and smiled. you thought for a moment, then started pulling bottles. aperol, prosecco, a splash of orange, a twist of grapefruit. layered until the glass glowed like it had stolen the last colors of the day.

Just like before, she traced her finger around the rim. then, she took a slow sip. she curved her lips upward. "this is as tasty as it looks."