We stepped out of the elevator and something was different. A shift in temperature. A deepening of the mood. A palpable thickness. We could sense their presence. Then, at the bar, there they were, decked out in bronze and slightly sweating from the heat, askew but more perfect for it. We locked eyes from across the room. A gravitational pull of necessity, desire, and tradition bringing us to each other. Their sweat, finally reaching our palm. #cocktailmonogamy #19thfloorromance #cocktail