»At last... my love has come along...«
The song filled the bar with Etta James' sweet, sultry voice as I sipped my blue-colored fruity-girlie-drink. I stared blankly into the mirror behind the bar, behind the various colored bottles half-full of sweet, sweet liquor. And the only one who stared back at me was a lonely, blue eyed beauty, a woman who had two lovers at the time, but no love to speak of. The music filled her head with ideas, with sadness, and longing for a man who would love her as his Queen.