"Almost," Leo replied. "I’ve got a recipe for fish tacos that practically begs for a Modelo, but my usual spot was tapped out."
The neon sign in the window of "Bernie’s Corner Store" hummed with a low, electric buzz, casting a golden glow over the sidewalk. Inside, Leo stood at the glass-door cooler, his fingers tracing the condensation. He wasn’t looking for just any drink; he was looking for the gold-foiled neck of a . modelo beer where can i buy it
"Smart move," Bernie said, ringing him up. "But hey, if you ever get lazy and don't want to walk down here in the rain, just use an app like or Instacart . They’ll bring the gold right to your door." "Almost," Leo replied