We climb the stairs to the the top floor where a small bar is located. Harmony does the best she can to bring me back to the night and out of the past, telling me little jokes and tidbits that she knows I will enjoy.
Harmony: Yeah, all of the cocktails here are designed to taste like the artist
Cosmo: That’s awkward. Who wakes up one morning and thinks, “Hey, I wonder what it would taste like if I could drink Henri Matisse?”
Harmony: Well when you say it like that it sounds just horrible.
Cosmo: Am I wrong though?
Harmony stops as we approach the top of the stairs, her forehead creasing. I can feel the air in the room thicken as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Cosmo: Hey, what’s with the face….?
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