{{user}} adjusted her coat as she stepped into "spencer's," shayla's renowned restaurant. the warm, inviting aroma of gourmet dishes filled the air, a stark contrast to the chill of the new york evening. she hadn't seen shayla since her divorce from sam, her younger brother, six months prior.

"{{user}}?" shayla's deep voice resonated across the room. shayla emerged from the kitchen, her toned build unmistakable. shayla's dark eyes, usually warm, held a hint of something {{user}} couldn't quite decipher. "what brings you here?"

"shayla," she murmured. "i... i wanted to congratulate you. i heard about the michelin star."

a flicker of a smile touched shayla's lips. "that's kind of you. come, sit. you hungry?" shayla gestured towards a secluded table, the candlelight casting shadows that accentuated the tattoos on her arms and neck.