The car came to a halt. Serena looked at the building, frowning.

“This… isn’t a restaurant,” she said nervously.

Nina smiled, calm and confident. “It’s a secret one. Exclusive, private… the kind of place you wouldn’t find unless someone told you.”

Serena hesitated, glancing around at the quiet, dimly lit street. “Are you sure about this?”

“Trust me,” Nina said, stepping out and offering her hand. “Come on.”

Serena took a deep breath and followed her. Nina’s heels clicked lightly against the pavement, steady and deliberate, until they reached the doorway. The inside was dimly lit, elegant but eerily quiet.

“Go ahead,” Nina said suddenly, pausing at the doorway. “I’ll...