"A Riesling," not a Muscat. "That we can find. But don't get me wrong," practically grinning, "There's nothing like a good scotch and a splash of water to open up the flavors... Mmmm, but not tonight."

Guiding the young woman without seeming to do so, they stopped in front of the wine bar. Vanessa ordered two Rieslings from a foreign vinter, and signed off on her tab. Perfectly chilled golden liquid was poured into spotless glasses. As if to show Karen how to do it, Vanessa gave the wine a swirl then sniffed it, breathing deeply. "Oh that's a good one," flirting with the staff through lowered lashes. "Give it a try, Karen. If this isn't it, we'll try another."