The first thing Becky noticed about the bar was how everything seemed to have an amber glow. The dark flocked damask wallpaper, the dark wood of the bar and tables, the candlelight reflecting off the mirrors behind the bar. It was a beautiful place, filled with glimmering bottles of mysterious elixirs and rows of empty leather topped stools. Becky had to imagine in a few hours the place would be packed, but it was only 5pm on a Tuesday, so they had the place to themselves.
The woman she was supposed to meet was sitting at the end of the bar, finishing a ruby colored cocktail. As she put down her empty glass, the handsome bartender in the white dress shirt and black tie and vest shook up another drink and replaced her glass with a new one, filling it and topping it with an orange peel with a flourish.
It was hard to approach someone who looked so unapproachable, but Becky had a task to complete.