No one knew how they named the bar, it was their secret. Sam finished making drinks and Landon and Nate perched at the polished bar ready to taste his latest concoction. The hundred year old cigar scent permeated through the wooden walls and lingered. Combined with the jazz notes and the aroma of alcohol, it took them back. “Wow, it’s been five years.” Landon slapped Nate’s back. Sam had expected those two would be a couple but it never happened. Life changed when the trio headed down their own professional paths, but they each appreciated what they’d had together, good...