"Hmmmm…" I mused to myself, chewing over her words as I stabbed another piece of chicken with my fork. *Depends on what I'm looking for?* Her little tease stuck with me, that sly edge in her voice hinting at something more, something tucked away beneath the surface of this polished hotel.
The food was good—juicy, warm, the herbs popping on my tongue—but my mind was already wandering, chasing that spark she'd dangled in front of me.
"Is there any problem, sir?" she asked, her voice cutting through my thoughts as she swung back by my table, her tray tucked under one arm. She tilted her head, that bright smile still playing on her lips, her apron swaying just enough to catch my eye again.
"Not exactly," I said, swallowing my bite as I waved her over with a smirk, my hand flicking in a lazy beckon. "But… come here for a second."
