Hanna swirled her wine, smirking as Ruzi fidgeted with the check. It was Valentine's Day.

"Darling," she cooed, adjusting her beret, "I just adore a man who knows how to treat a lady."

She stretched, her black dress hugging every curve, while the waiter set down the bill—large, indulgent, just how she liked it.

Ruzi forced a smile. "Of course. Anything for you."

Hanna sipped her cocktail, already eyeing the dessert menu. Tonight, his wallet was hers.