It's my last night in New York, and the woman of my dreams is three feet away, expertly twirling a bottle of vodka behind the bar and making the perfect pour. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as Melody, with her enigmatic eyes and a gorgeous smile. All I have to do is introduce myself. And then ... I choke. And my chance for something--anything--with her is gone. Months later, I think I'm dreaming when I see her doing bartender...