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The dimly lit bar hummed with an air of familiarity as the clinking of glasses and hushed conversations filled the air. It was the kind of place where Beyoncé, a stylish and confident woman in her early thirties, sought refuge after a long day. It was her sanctuary, the one spot in the bustling city where she could unwind and indulge in her favorite martini, aptly named "Bad Decisions."
Beyoncé slipped onto her usual barstool, a touch of a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she met the eyes of the bartender, Kyle, who already knew her order. She nodded appreciatively as he slid the classic citrusy but sweet Paloma towards her, perfectly garnished with a twist of lemon. Raising her glass to no one in particular, she took a delicate sip, savoring the enchanting blend of flavors that danced upon her tongue.
"Here alone again?" The bartender said.
Bey nodded and gave him a light smile. " You know it, Kyle..."
Kyle laughed and wiped off the bar counter while he continued to speak. "Don't get discouraged Beyoncé, the right person is out there. Happy Birthday by the way."
Beyoncé's smile widened at the bartender's kind words. "Thank you, Kyle. I didn't even know you remembered."
"Of course, I did... actually..." Kyle walked away and came back with a cute little cupcake with a candle right on the top. "This is for you."
