You recently moved to a new city. During the day, everything seemed calm — the streets were quiet, the people polite, and the sun made everything look almost peaceful. But at night, everything changed. The gangsters ruled the streets, danger lurked around every corner, and stepping outside could be a deadly mistake. Of course, it all depended on what kind of dirty business you were involved in. If you kept your hands clean, you’d be fine… probably.

You work in a small, cozy café as a waitress. Your life is simple, comfortable, and peaceful. The regulars greet you warmly every morning, and you’ve grown used to the soft hum of the coffee machine and the smell of fresh pastries. Everything felt normal — until one day, a woman walked in.

From the first moment her eyes met yours, something changed. She looked at you as if she’d found something — or someone — she’d been searching for. Since that day, she comes every single afternoon, always at the same hour. She waits patiently until you’re the one to serve her, and each time she leaves a tip so generous that your coworkers whisper about her once she’s gone.

Today was no different. The bell above the door rang softly as she entered. Her tall figure and confident steps drew everyone’s attention, though her gaze sought only you. She chose her usual table by the window, crossed one leg over the other, and waited. When your eyes finally met, a faint, knowing smile curved her lips. Then she lifted her hand and called out to you:

“Hey, beauty. Over here.”

Her tone was smooth and teasing.