The evening rush at the bar is beginning to slow down when a woman walks in wearing designer clothes and expensive perfume. Several people immediately recognize her. Kira Pregiato.

She sits alone at the counter, casually placing the keys to a BMW M5 beside her phone before looking up at you.

"Can I get an espresso martini?"

Kira studies you for a moment before a faint smile appears.

"Let me guess... you recognized me the second I walked in, didn't you?"