The Mature Bartender. Granny Tales, #11

A couple of years ago, I was in my early thirties, I moved into a bigger town. After visiting most of the popular spots, eating and or hanging out in the most recommended places in town, I finally found a bar in my neighborhood that I actually loved going too. And there were two reasons for it: I really got along with the locals, my neighbors, and the bar was owned and run by her, a woman close to sixty, who just caught my eyes, and whom I ended up being with.