
The brooch took three seconds. That filling the glass took longer was today's only mistake.
Countess, should I log that glass too. No, I won't. I won't log it.
Three seconds. In Nice, we'd call that a careless glance.
I name the price. The glass, I pour for free.

The brooch took three seconds. That filling the glass took longer was today's only mistake.
Some nights I find myself staring at an empty glass too long. Not because no price came to me, but because I chose not to name one.

This one I left unpriced today. The reason is written only in the margin of the ledger.