I sip my Sambuca and take a closer look at the guy’s face. time, and believe me, I need the double heavy spirits.”
a little too early for double heavy spirits?” “Here you go.” The bartender sets my drink on the glassy surface of the bar in front of me. These sounds mingle with the general noises of the airport: flight announcements, passengers chatting, and luggage rolling on the floor. In the background, I can hear ice tinkle as it hits the bottom of a glass, then crack when the bartender pours the Sambuca. Maybe if I stare at them hard enough, the letters will magically move and spell out a solution for me. I nod and shift my attention back to my tickets. “If you stop pretending to be drying glasses just to peek at my tickets and pour me another drink,” I say, “I’ll tell you.” He has a broad smile and a friendly face. I stare at the guy behind the bar for the first time since I sat on this stool an hour ago. My role as bartender compels me to ask: what’s the big dilemma?” “You’ve been staring at those two plane tickets for almost an hour now. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite eBook retailer and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.
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