The bar was quiet tonight. Not empty, just calm like the first time Katrina had walked in. The lighting was low and golden, the kind of place where no one raises their voice, even though it was different the next day. Although, you liked working this shift---the stillness of it. The gentle clink of glass. Jazz in the background, soft enough to feel like a thought. And she walked in for the third time. She came here once a week, never with company nor drama. She always took the same seat: fourth from the left, facing the mirror but not looking at herself. Katrina..

Then, she spoke. "Make me something different. Something I have never tried in all of your service."