Bar Adagio

August 22, 2010

She asked him to take her to Bar Adagio. She didn’t know anything about it, but it sounded like the right place to have a languorous cocktail, to wind their fingers around each other’s and talk low. But it turned out to be just like any bar, and when she went to freshen up in the bathroom, he ordered her a glass of wine instead of a martini. Later, her eyelids heavy with disappointment, she called herself a cab and left, her only wish that the driver would take the corners faster, the straightaways more aggressively.

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