Melisa never had a good life; she lived in fear and hate of both her parents and siblings. Waiting for the day that they decided she was no longer needed and throwing her out.
She would have experienced just that if not for the fact that she overheard them talking one night talking about how they will throw her out in the middle of nowhere a few days later and leave her to freeze.
As soon as she had heard that, she took all the money she had along with some necessities in a bag and prepared to leave home the next day, which she did. During a cold and windy morning, she departed somewhere, not caring where; by bus.
As she arrived at a 3
rd
stop that marked the end of the drive route, she came out, not wanting to return home.
What greeted her was a dead land, a vicious wind threatening to blow her away at any moment and heavy snow falling all around her.
All that disturbed that scene was a building called "Jason's bed&breakfast" she could not help but feel relieved, about to freeze outside, she went towards the building and stood in front of the door.
The building was like a sore thumb sticking out compared to the area next to it, it was rustic but clean looking. The rich oak walls on the outside added to the warm feeling of the yellow light coming from the inside.
She opened the door and with a jing of the bell that the door had hit, entered the building.
What was inside had shocked her, it was a well-furnished bar filled with well tapestried seats all around and a bar in the middle of the room in front of which a few round dark red leather chairs sat.
The feeling the whole place gave off could only be explained as "peaceful melancholy"
She had decided that after the whole day, she needed a drink and sat on one of the chairs that were in front of the drinks bar.
The whole building was empty, not even the person to manage the bar could be seen. Feeling uneasy, she hit the bell on the counter and waited.
Just as she hit the bell, she could hear someone approaching from the back of the building where one door was open.
A tall young man walked out; he could not have been older than 25 years old. His hair was medium length and deep black.
As he approached her, he smiled and pointed at a carboard box he was holding; it was filled with drinks.
"Sorry miss, I don't usually get customers at this time of the night, I was in the back getting supplies to replenish our stock" His voice was deep and rich, it felt as if the whole area trembled when he spoke.
His smile was as charming as it could be. One smile and Melisa relaxed.
"It's no problem, what do you have on the menu?" She asked as she looked on the display of many alcoholic drinks in front of her.
The young man looked into her eyes and smiled "Any drink that you want, no matter what it is" then tapped with his knuckles on the table once, ready to hear her order.
It may have been because she had a bad day or maybe due to the cold but she felt snarky and remembered a drink her grandfather, the only person in her family that she liked had invented by mixing a few unusual alcohols and naming it the golden shot.
She liked that drink a lot so she smirked and asked "Can I have the golden shot?" while looking forward to seeing his confused face.
However, that did not happen, although she had not seen it, the young man's eyes that were blue flashed green and he said "certainly" while pulling out a cocktail shaker and 4 bottles of different alcohols; each one that her grandpa had used to make his cocktails.
The man had no hesitation, he poured the alcohol in the shaker in perfect ratio to one another and mixed it. The drink came out a vibrant yellow and was poured into the martini glass he had prepared beforehand.
