“Perfect.”
She smiles. It doesn’t reach her eyes.
The waiter glances toward the back. Swallows.
She takes one bite.
Kira Noir doesn’t flinch. She just reaches for the unlabeled wine and pours herself a glass — dark as motor oil, smooth as a lie you wish were true.
The waiter approaches — nervous, because everyone’s nervous around Kira. He hands her the leather-bound menu, embossed with a logo too fancy to pronounce.
“Perfect.”
She smiles. It doesn’t reach her eyes. kira noir ordering off the menu
The waiter glances toward the back. Swallows. “Perfect
She takes one bite.
Kira Noir doesn’t flinch. She just reaches for the unlabeled wine and pours herself a glass — dark as motor oil, smooth as a lie you wish were true. kira noir ordering off the menu
The waiter approaches — nervous, because everyone’s nervous around Kira. He hands her the leather-bound menu, embossed with a logo too fancy to pronounce.