After her shift, Fiona told the driver she needed to buy a few personal items and asked him to pick her up later. He didn't question it — just assumed it was another errand.
She arrived at the restaurant on time. Blair was already waiting, smiling like a polished greeting card. Inside, Blair's calm face hid a vengeful fire. She was patient; tonight she would begin to fan the flames.
"Sit. Pick whatever you like — I'll treat," Blair offered, the generosity practiced and precise. She asked about Fiona's day as if she genuinely cared. "Hard shift today?"
"Not too busy," Fiona answered, keeping every movement poised. She hadn't been to a place like this for a long time, but she refused to show weakness. She ordered with confidence — the side dishes, the wine region — as if she were a regular.
