Alessia looks down at the limp and lifeless body of the man that just tried to shoot her. Truthfully, she was astonished that someone actually had the guts to try and dispose of her. But she didn’t let this slip, instead staring coldly down at the man with a stoic expression. Her gaze shifted to the bartender who had subdued her attacker. Still standing over the lifeless body, heaving with a broken wine bottle in hand. By now a pool of dark liquid pooled the body, whether it was blood or red wine was uncertain. Alessia maintained her steady gaze upon the bartender… impressed by how effortlessly and swiftly they had taken out her attacker. She had been distracted and she cursed herself internally for this fatal mistake,

“If this bartender wasn’t here…”

she thought,

“I wouldn’t be sitting here enjoying my Raspberry Martini…”

She felt great admiration and gratitude towards the mysterious bartender that had courageously jumped in to save her when everyone else was frozen in fear (and they still were)... Alessia set down her glass of martini that had been prepared by the very same bartender and began to approach them…