Its 6 pm. And she walks down to the Bemelmans Bar. It is her last night in the city and she’s meeting him for a drink. They will probably have a Martini each. They will talk about their whirlwind week in New York City. He’s signed a few deals; she secured her buy out for the next season. It is time to be seated in the banquette and unwind over a martini. Or two. Very dirty. With one tiny drop of vermouth.