*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…?”