MYO-4441: Salvatore

“Usually I am more accustomed to wine…” “Wine is great too! Nothing beats the classics, especially a nice Pinot Noir, or a whole bottle of Moscato…” Salvatore watched as Hops was practically drooling from where she stood behind the bar, the counter barely disguising a half-empty glass of something that the bun was sipping on out of sight of the watchful gaze of Angora.  ...

“The light filtered through the window like fresh morning coffee, a slow drip of liquid gold-- ... No, that won’t work.” Salvatore sighed as he practically ripped the sheet of paper from the typewriter. He crumbled it into a ball, tossing it over his shoulder to the ever-growing pile behind him. This had to have been at least the fiftieth draft of incomprehensible drivel that he had produced, and not a single fi...