A soulful piano melody floated through the chic bistro, played by a tailcoat-clad man with effortless grace. Alicia tucked a stray lock behind her ear, pressing her lips together lightly.
"Seems my outfit has caught Ms. Taylor's attention," she remarked, her voice laced with icy nonchalance. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the waiter and ordered a well-done steak before sliding the menu toward Nina. "Feel free to order anything. It's on me today."
The woman across from her smirked, watching as Alicia casually interlaced her fingers on the table, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Since you're my guest today, I should be the one playing host. Let me handle the bill," Nina drawled, expecting Alicia to protest out of politeness—but she'd underestimated her opponent.
"Perfect! Wait
