Mia The Latin Sorceress
I walked into the cantina just as “Happy Hour” started. “Perfect timing,” the young, dark-haired woman behind the bar said. “What’ll you have?”“What would you suggest,” I asked her. As I draped my jacket over the back of the bar stool. “It’s been a rough day, so the first one needs to hit me hard.”“I got just what you need,” she smiled. She grabbed a glass, and a couple of bottles, and went to work. After the tall glass was filled, she places it on a napkin in front of me. “Want to start a...