An Evening's Ease, A Curt Command

The soft jazz music enveloped Elara like a warm embrace as she settled into the plush lounge chair. The bar Julian had chosen was the perfect blend of sophistication and comfort—not too flashy, not too dull. Just right.

"Here you go," Julian said, setting a vibrant cocktail in front of her. "Pomegranate martini. Strong enough to help you relax, but not so strong you'll regret it tomorrow."

Elara smiled gratefully. "You know me too well."

"Seven years of friendship will do that," Julian replied with a wink. "I'm going to say hello to some colleagues at the bar. Will you be okay here for a few minutes?"

"Julian, I'm not a child," Elara said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Go. Mingle. I'm perfectly content right here with my drink."