Chapter 248 – I Breathe Through Money
Sira leaned back in her chair, satisfied. "You should've told him not to bring the cheap wine just in case."
"I didn't realize the most expensive was a category with subcategories."
"With mortals? Everything is a category with subcategories."
He let that sit. His body felt both heavy and light, the good kind of worn—like he'd spent himself on purpose and now his bones were a drum that hummed with the city.
Under the table, Sira's bare foot slipped along his calf, cool against his skin.
He glanced at her, the edge of a smile tugging his mouth.
She didn't pretend innocence.
The system nudged again.
[Attention Index: 103]
[Photographic Attempts: 3]
'Typical,' he thought.
"Thinking about money?" Sira asked dryly, eyes lazy-lidded with satisfaction and amusement in equal measure.
"I breathe through it," he said. "I'm also thinking about coffee."
"Your only addiction."
"Not really."
"There's another one?"
He tipped his chin at her.
