The waitress carried over her drink. A clear, classy martini standing tall upon the serving tray. As the server approached, she sat up tall in her chair, a sophisticated drink for a sophisticated lady.

Pinky outstretched as she had seen in myriad magazines, she pulled the glass to her lips and took a casual sip, her eyes surveying the room from behind the mask of her drink.

A tall, slender man leaning against the bar caught her gaze. The corner of his lip curled in a satisfied smile as he turned and moved gracefully towards her. She set her drink on the table, and wiped the sweat from her palms with a cocktail napkin. An awkward attempt to appear coy.

“Is this seat taken?â€? He motioned to the chair next to her.

“No.â€? She blushed a hidden smile.

“Cool.â€? He picked up the chair and carried it across the bar to another table. A beautiful woman at the other table waved him down.

She sighed, downed her martini, gathered her things and headed for the door as a lone tear fell below the frame of her sunglasses.