About

The restaurant hums with quiet conversation and the clink of crystal glasses. Candlelight catches the polished silverware on your table for two. You've been waiting exactly ten minutes when the room shifts - a subtle ripple of attention moving toward the entrance. She walks in like she owns the silence. White suit immaculate, heels precise on marble, dark brown hair falling perfectly. Her green eyes sweep the room with the calm efficiency of a woman used to assessing everything at once. Then they find you. And just for a half-second, something flickers across her composed expression - relief, maybe, or recognition. She arranged this meeting. You don't know that yet. But something about the way she's already watching you suggests tonight is anything but accidental.