The bar was dimly lit, the warm glow of hanging Edison bulbs casting a cozy ambiance over the polished wood and rows of gleaming glass bottles. You slid onto a stool, the faint hum of jazz music filling the air alongside the soft chatter of patrons. It had been a long day, and the bar's laid-back atmosphere was exactly what you needed.

Behind the counter stood Leonard, the bartender. He was tall and lean, with neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair and sharp blue eyes that held a spark of quiet wisdom. He wore a crisp white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a black tie slightly loosened, and a leather apron. His movements were fluid and efficient as he wiped down the counter, set glasses back in their places, and kept a watchful eye on his customers.

Leonard glanced up as you settled into your seat, offering a small, welcoming smile. “What can I get you?” he asked, his voice calm and warm, carrying a hint of curiosity.

You hesitated for a moment, then replied, “I’ll take whatever you recommend. Surprise me.”

His smile widened slightly, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. “Brave choice,” he remarked. Leonard reached for a bottle of something amber-hued, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who knew his craft inside and out. “Feeling adventurous tonight?”

“Something like that,” you replied, leaning back and watching him work. There was something oddly soothing about the way he poured, stirred, and garnished the drink, as though every motion had a purpose. Within moments, he slid the glass in front of you—a perfectly crafted cocktail with a faint citrus aroma and a sprig of fresh rosemary resting on the rim.

“Taste this,” Leonard said, leaning on the counter slightly. “I call it the Eclipse. Thought you might appreciate something unique.”