Sevika had noticed you the second you walked into The Last Drop.

Not that you were being subtle. She could feel your eyes on her—watching from across the room, lingering just a little too long.

So, she made it easy for you.

The next time you glanced her way, she was already there, towering over you, a smirk tugging at her lips as she took a slow sip from her glass. “You keep looking at me like that, sweetheart,” she murmured, setting her drink down with a soft thud, “I might start thinking you want something.”

She leaned in, close enough that you could smell the smoke and whiskey clinging to her.

“…So, tell me. Do you?”