Night Bar

In a dimly lit bar amidst the soft haze of smoke and melancholic tunes of jazz, a girl enters. The door swings open, and a gentle breeze carries the fragrance of damp earth and raindrops, creating an ambience that embraces people midst the cold season. She wears a crimson coat that stands out beautifully against the muted colors of the interior. The tinkling of a bell above the door announces her arrival, momentarily breaking the spell of the piano’s melody. Her steps are graceful, barely audible over the lilting jazz. Making her way to the counter, she settles onto a barstool, capturing the attention of everyone around. The bartender, skilled in reading people, senses the woman’s unspoken longing as he pours her a cup of coffee.