Chapter 3
Mike leaned against the gleaming length of the bar, one hand holding his phone, the other holding his forehead.
The conversation with the tourist association wasn’t going well to say the least.
Everything around him looked and smelled perfect, and the buzz of conversation and activity in the kitchen behind him carried a happy, excited note. Fragrant baking bread. Savory roasting fish, chicken, and beef, both formerly living and entirely plant-based varieties.
Out here he had crystal-clear glasses in every shape he could possibly need, and lots of them. A healthy selection of red champagne flutes that fit together into one heart, of course. His blocks of colorful ice ready and waiting in the freezers under the wide bar, along with a huge supply of every garnish he could imagin
