asked Vanessa after serving a beer to a large Irish man. “Oh yes, I was asking about cute guys at work.” “Everyone at the office is much older than me, plus I don’t mix pleasure with work. I don’t want to complicate anything.” Her friend laughed and passed Sophia the drinks menu. “That’s too bad, but don’t worry we will find you a romantic date in no time.” “I am not—” “Shut up and choose your cocktail, you need to relax a little,” Vanessa interrupted her. “Seriously, Vanessa, I don’t want to get involved with anyone at the moment,” muttered Sophia, but Vanessa wasn’t listening anymore. She’d run to another customer who approached the bar. Sophia sighed and looked through the list of drinks. The bar was getting busy and soon Vanessa was too preoccupied with work to focus on Sophia. “Here you go, darling,” said another bartender, placing a funky cocktail in front of her. “I didn’t order that.” “Your friend asked me to prepare one for you.
