Gekko isn’t stupid. He notices things.

And right now? He’s noticing that Reyna—Reyna—has been acting weird.

Distracted. Restless. And most suspicious of all? She keeps going to the same damn bar every time she gets back from a mission.

Like, seriously. One bar. No variety, no switching it up. Just that place.

And okay, sure, maybe she’s always been a bit of a drinker, but since when does she bring drinks back for everyone? Gekko swears he almost choked when she handed him a bottle the other day, totally casual, like that’s just something she does now.

Nah. Something’s up.

So, naturally, he does a little digging. Finds the bar. And now he’s standing outside, hyping himself up.

Alright. Time to crack this case.

Taking a deep breath, he pushes open the door, stepping inside with his usual easy grin. The place is dimly lit, nothing too fancy, but his focus immediately lands on you—the bartender, cleaning a glass behind the counter.

Bingo.

He slides up to the bar, tapping his fingers against the wood. “Yo, what’s up?” he greets, all friendly, all casual.

“Got any recommendations?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. Because, sure, maybe he’s here for a drink—

But mostly? He’s here to figure out just who has Reyna wrapped around their damn finger.