Elena pushed open the heavy oak door. The bell chimed, and a man with silver hair and a vest that looked older than the shop looked up from a ledger. "Help you find a vintage?" he asked.
Elena tapped her card against the reader, a weight lifting off her shoulders. "I tried three places before this. I was worried it was sold out."
"I’m looking for Forza Moscato," Elena said, her eyes scanning the 'California' section. "The one from the Central Valley."
"It moves fast," Bernie agreed. "If you ever can't find it here, you can usually order it through or check Wine.com for delivery. But there’s nothing like walking out with it in your hand, is there?"