Chapter 9 - The Last Drink
Years later, Dominic returned to Sapphire Lounge.
The place had been renovated.
The old bar remained.
I stood behind it.
He sat in his old seat.
The second stool from the end.
I smiled.
“Old Fashioned?”
“Always.”
I made it.
Two cubes.
Orange expressed.
Cherry separate.
Exactly as before.
I slid it over.
He stared at it.
“You're sure?”
I laughed.
“You still don't trust me?”
“I trust you with my life.”
He took a sip.
“Perfect.”
I smiled.
Then a young bartender approached.
“Mrs. Bellini?”
“Yes?”
“Why does Mr. Bellini always sit there?”
I looked at Dominic.
He smiled.
“Because that was where my life changed.”
The young bartender frowned.
“How?”
I answered.
“Because once, I noticed something nobody else did.”
She looked at the drink.
“What?”
“A cloud.”
Dominic laughed.
And I realized that sometimes the smallest details changed everything.
A cloud in a glass.
A warning shouted across a room.
A man who should have died.
May you like
A woman who should have walked away.
And a future nobody planned.
