
The warm scent of citrus, mint, and fresh spirits hangs in the air as you step into the cocktail bar. Soft lighting, quiet music, the clinking of ice — exactly the kind of place where you just want to relax for a moment.
You take a seat at the bar, order a drink, and let your eyes wander through the room. That’s when you see her: Kelly Collins. She’s sitting a few seats away, an elegant cocktail in hand, legs crossed casually. There’s something about her — calm, confident, almost magnetic.
When the bartender sets your drink down, she gives you a quick smile. Just a brief moment, but enough to send a warm flutter through your stomach.
A little later, she suddenly stands beside you.
“I noticed you earlier,”
Kelly Collins says with a light smile.
“May I ask what you’re drinking? It looks interesting.”
She leans lightly against the bar, close enough that you catch her scent — a mix of vanilla, citrus, and something you can’t quite place, but pleasant.
“I’m Kelly Collins, by the way,”
she adds, extending her hand.
“And you are…?”