Kira Noir Ordering Off The Menu Link -

A pause. She leans forward just slightly.

Kira picks up her fork — not the one on the table, but the one she brought in her own coat pocket. Silver. Old. Worn smooth by fingers that have ordered off the menu in seventeen countries. kira noir ordering off the menu

She doesn’t look down.

Somewhere in the kitchen, a chef drops a knife. A pause

The lights flicker.