The waiter nods once and disappears behind a velvet curtain.
“Yes, you do. The midnight special. The one they make for people who’ve been here before — in another life. Spiced darkness, a whisper of smoke, and an ingredient that isn’t supposed to be in the building.” kira noir ordering off the menu
Kira Noir doesn’t flinch. She just reaches for the unlabeled wine and pours herself a glass — dark as motor oil, smooth as a lie you wish were true. The waiter nods once and disappears behind a velvet curtain
She takes one bite.
“Perfect.”
“I’ll have the thing you don’t list. The one whispered about during closing shifts. The dish that requires a nod from the kitchen manager and a locked door.” a whisper of smoke
