The Bartender Said My Tab Was Already Paid

I hadn’t ordered yet.

“She covered it,” the bartender nodded.

The woman at the end of the bar raised her glass slightly — eyes locked on mine.

When I sat beside her, she said:

“I like to invest early.”

“In what?”

She smiled. “Chemistry with high returns.”

Then she took my wrist and checked my pulse.

“Promising.”