A Flavor More Exquisite





The bargirl had a way with banter, chatting with Brandon like an old friend at a class reunion. She almost had him convinced that he was not just another customer at the marketplace. When she brushed her hand against his thigh and whispered a sly suggestion about happy hour, it did not sound like a sales pitch.

--A Flavor More Exquisite, The Manhattanville Review.

Thanks to Celeste Wood and her staff!

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