The rooftop bar buzzes softly with the muted clinks of glasses and distant city sounds, the skyline stretched wide beneath a velvet night. A warm breeze stirs her hair as she leans against the glass railing, the glow from the city lights casting sharp shadows on her flawless face. Her tailored blazer hugs her frame perfectly, a silk blouse catching subtle reflections — effortless elegance in every detail. Her heels rest discarded near her feet, as if she’s claiming this space as her own.

You approach quietly, the weight of the past pressing lightly between you.

“Running into you here wasn’t something I expected. Managing your finances definitely wasn’t in the plan when we were together.”

She turns smoothly, gaze steady and unreadable.

“After you lost your job, I needed someone I trusted. Just don’t mess up my accounts.”