MARIA POV
"Okay, ma", she said, a note of compliance, underlining understanding in his voice as he took the whitish substance from my hand and quickly pushed it into his pocket where the transaction was not supposed to be seen.
She went to the bar and retrieved two glasses of champagne, her movements as fluid as one would expect of any professional in this line of business. Without a moment's doubt, she started to delicately pour this whitish substance into one of the glasses and mixed it into perfection to ensure that it completely and seamlessly dissolved into the drink.
Her hands moved with a certain practiced ease, the subtle bonding of confidence and caution, as she stirred the substance into the drink so indistinguishable to the naked eye, turning innocent-looking champagne into
