a breakfast martini? yes.
Clara’s morning was a blur of mismatched socks, forgotten keys, and a disastrous attempt at winged eyeliner. It was only 9 and she was already ready to call it a day. But then, she saw it—The Bloom Café, its cozy sign promising "Breakfast, Brunch, Bliss." A little bliss was exactly what she needed. She slipped inside, the warm scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the subtle citrus of something sweeter. Clara found a corner table, shoulders relaxing as she scanned the menu. Just as she did, her best friend Lily burst through the door, cheeks flushed. “Sorry, sorry—I missed the bus!” Clara waved her over. “Perfect timing. I’ve just found something to brighten our morning—The Breakfast Cocktail.” A server appeared. Clara lowered the menu. “Please! Tell me everything about this cocktail.” “Ah, the Breakfast Cocktail. We start with 1 1/2 ounces of gin, 1/2 an ounce of orange liqueur, 3/4 ounce of freshly squeezed lemon juice, and the secret touch—a barspoon o...
