"Tipsy Girl isn't just sold anywhere," he explained, pointing toward the computer behind him. "It was born out of a bit of reality TV fame, you know. To find it, you have to look in specific places. Your best bet is usually large, specialized liquor retailers or online delivery platforms that aggregate stock from all over the city."

Clara stepped back out into the cool evening air. Within two minutes, her phone buzzed with a match at a store just five blocks away. She smiled, picked up her pace, and headed off to secure the bubbles.

"You are a lifesaver," Clara said, already typing into her phone.

"Well," he said, stepping out from behind the counter. "It is not exactly a standard stock item for a small boutique like mine. But I happen to know the secret to finding it." Clara leaned in, intrigued. "I'm all ears."