There were a few seats left at the mahogany counter. Her choices were between straddling the corner or sitting with no counter space because the napkin/orange/lemon/cherry station occupied significant real estate. Paisley chose the lack of space. She’d have taken the bend, but she was interested in a more desirable type of wood between her legs. While she waited for the busy bartender to notice her, she swiped a cherry and popped it in her mouth. Luckily, it was the same bartender from yesterday afternoon. He noticed her pretty damn quick. He tripped over the female bartender in his rush to get to Paisley. At least she’d have excellent service. “Are you here alone?” “Just me, myself and I. How about you hook a girl up with a drink?” He pushed the money back to her. “It’s on me. I wrote ten thousand words between yesterday and today, and my editor made an offer on my book already.
