POV: Brigail
"You know what goes best after tacos?" Eli asked offhandedly.
Brigail looked up at him.
"Ice cream. And I know just the place to get the best on the Strip." He winked before he took out his black leather card case and took one of his business cards that only had his name on it, along with the logo of the Obsidian Ace.
Brigail wasn't certain she wanted to stay with him any longer. His brutal honesty was refreshing but also unnerving.
But before she could object, Eli stood up, walked to the counter, and dropped his card in the fish bowl that contained different name cards. He didn't even check if Brigail was following him as he made his way to the door.
Brigail decided to go after him eventually. There was something peculiar with his behavior that piqued Brigail's curiosit
