as is the norm in edinburgh, the night was cool, without a second thought she ducked into a cafe for a sip of something that would bring warmth. just so happened at this cafe royal the architecture, decor, soft jazz piped in created an atmosphere of warmth most needed.
she'd think about him later and what had just happened. just tired of obsessing over the matter, best to forget it for now. at least that's what feels better. and should the obsession persist, she could take up pining over him again, when exiting this luscious cafe. all on hold now, and breathing a bit deeper already.
"hi there, what can i get you?" the bartender asks, a pretty girl in a black cotton fitted just above the knee dress, her hair done up in a messy bun, red lipstick, pearl earrings... the only thing missing to complete this sixties fashion ensemble would be a nice pair of kitten heel pumps, which she hoped to goodness that she was not wearing. it would be hell on the feet for this kind of work. she had an eye for these kinds of things, fashion, classic style, perhaps because she loved it so, it always caught her eye and captured her heart.
"i'll have a scotch neat." does that even exist as a drink? she thought she'd heard it somewhere, perhaps in an old film, in a scene very much like this one, an old cafe, gorgeous decor, the lost and troubled girl walks up to a bar in edinburgh. thing is, she knew nothing about whisky or scotch, so what was she going to say? let's see what it looks like and tastes like when the pretty bartender returns. a strong drink should help her forget, at least for the moment...
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