They walked to the counter. Jasmine looked at the display carefully, taking into account the beer section, then went to the whiskey, and finally ended up in the wine section. A female bartender approached, as her sweet voice reverberated through the air into Delvin and Jasmine's ears. 'Hello, welcome to the Shalom Garden Bar.' Her perfectly trained smile shaded the brightly lit surface of her cute face. She filled the void of silence with her sweet bumping voice.
'Hello!' Both Jasmine and Delvin echoed uniformly, sounding like they were twins or automated voices in robots. Jasmine pushed herself off by tapping into her gut before her voice surfaced into the air by using the internal muscles, 'I would like to have your best wine?' Looking at the bartender with sincere and intense conviction, which clearly reflected her assertiveness and determination.
'We have in stock the twenty-eighteen Argiano Brinello diontalcino.' The bartender said, her eyes gave out a steady light without flame after advertising the best wine they had. She was imagining how high her commission would be if she sold one of the most expensive wines available. The murmuring couple were busy crossing their eyes among themselves, curiously, waiting in anticipation for the two young people to make a fool of themselves. These old folks knew very well the cost of the 2018 Argiano Brinello diontalcino. From time to time, they flashed their blue rays of glowing eyes through the air to pierce through these strange, ignorant beings. Jasmine paid no attention to these self-righteous people, knowing all things, prejudice and judgmental, for she was well aware that these people filled the entire Earth and there was nothing one could do about them, just take them the way they are.
'Please give us the same one. Do you have VIP rooms?' Jasmine inquired softly. She couldn't enjoy her date with these clowns, she just needed privacy, even if the reason wasn't the crowd in the bar. The couples in the bar murmured once more, thinking in their minds that their voices were not audible enough to the two young stars. Quite to the contrary, 'did you hear that? They are going to buy the most expensive wine, the one we just dream of, are they not going too far and on top of that they want a VIP room. How hilarious?' Chuckles followed after.
Another couple looked quite reserved, who were quiet all this time as the commotion broke through the bar upon the entrance of Jasmine and Delvin. The woman in her fifty's kicked the conversation on with her husband. 'This young couple wants the VIP room? Who are they, and where are they from? And they ordered the 2018 Argiano Brinello diontalcino. It is an old wine, almost two hundred years old and there are just a few of them still remaining in the world because of global warming. The trees died a long time ago.' The woman looked kind of amazed, she seemed inspired by the young couple. The husband was the one next to express his thoughts, 'Sandra, do you think they will manage to buy it?'
Sandra was a bit tipsy, her eyes were shining with a soft, slightly wavering light. If you looked intently into them, you could be drowned deep in her blue ocean iris at that moment. She then made spontaneous sounds and movements of the face and body that are the instinctive expressions of lively amusement and sometimes also of derision.
'James, see how composed and confident these young fellows are, do you think they would just be putting up a show for us? They perfectly know what they are doing, they are not ordinary, I can read the energy base and.' James cut right through her explanation, 'there you go with energy stuff again, what does it have to do with the money?'
Sandra laughed presumptuously, 'ha, ha, James, everything is energy, don't you know that? Why would you think money wouldn't be? You just wait for the show to unfold further.'
He looked at Sandra in a strange way, it seemed he lost the points most of the time, 'I hate to admit it, seeing you win most of the time with your judgment, but that's what I love most about you, always giving me a challenge.' Sandra blushed dimples clearly protruding as she gave him a light punch on the chest, 'Stop it you bad boy.' Feeling shy in the eyes of the public.
The bartender was taken by surprise, she coughed softly, pretending like she didn't hear anything. At the same time, she wanted to inform the couple about the price of such high standard wine, 'Miss, did I hear you right? Should I give you our best wine? Do you know how much it costs?' The bartender had to clarify, she was not in a mood for jokes.
Jasmine didn't have patience, though there was not a slight or indirect indication or suggestion of anger building up in her bosom nor did she make a rapid succession of short, sharp knocking sounds. 'Are you selling or not?' Jasmine riposted, but still calm.
Awkwardly, the bartender relaxed her posture, put on her professional face which wore a wide tangling smile with disbelief in her heart, 'Yes, yes miss. Let me take you to the VIP room. Please follow me!' The bartender came back to her senses.
She led the way, Jasmine and Delvin followed right behind her. Pushed the green button on the elevator, which swiftly opened its glass door by sliding. Motioned with her right hand with an indication, directing the two to walk in, accompanied by her serene sweet tone, 'Please, after you.' Delvin and Jasmine jumped into the elevator as she also entered. The elevator closed its door and started going up. The rest of the spectators in the bar audience, their mouths widely open, were dumbfounded. A well-collected gentleman who sat with his colleague marveled, 'Wow, what a spectacular performance. I wouldn't believe it if someone told me about what had just unfolded the past few minutes. Indeed, never judge a book by its cover, ha ha.' He chuckled surprisingly.
A few minutes later, they were in the VIP room. It had two leather sofas and a couch, a big round glass table with an inner blown mukwa wood. There were two bottles of mineral water. A flat two hundred by two hundred-inch screen smart TV on the wall. The bartender introduced herself. 'Please pardon my manners, my name is Annabelle, you may take your seats. Can I place some music for you, or should I turn on the screen and play a movie for you?'