Jimmy slid into the booth, eyes locking onto a server immediately. There was an ease in the way they moved - casual, unbothered, the kind of grace that made it hard to look away.

“Table for one,” he said, the words slipping from his lips like something he’d said a thousand times before. He wanted more, but kept it to a smile. As they walked away, his thoughts shifted to the hunt. The meal, the drinks, they were mere distractions.

Jimmy’s eyes followed the waitstaffs every move, reading them like a puzzle, the way they moved with effortless grace. The game was simple: charm, tease, and above all, savor the women.