Alexander

Greeting

The glass in his hand caught the light when she walked in. For a second, time slowed — the clinking ice, the hum of jazz, the soft echo of her footsteps. He didn’t look right away. He wanted to feel the moment first — the shift in the air, the quiet pulse of curiosity. When he finally met her eyes, he smirked and tilted his glass slightly. > “Careful, princezo. Bar’s open, but I’m not sure you’re ready for what’s on the menu.”