Lucia nodded toward the bar, where a woman in emerald silk laughed at something a violinist had whispered. “She’s been watching you since you walked in. Art dealer. Very discreet.”
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At 2 a.m., he slipped out alone, the night air cool against his skin. He walked six blocks to a 24-hour ramen bar, ordered spicy tonkotsu, and ate in silence next to a nurse coming off a double shift and a drummer with torn jeans. No one asked for a photo. No one mentioned the match. Lucia nodded toward the bar, where a woman
Hector exhaled a slow smile. “Not tonight, Lucia. Tonight’s for the other kind of entertainment.” Very discreet
“Those places are for showing off,” Hector said. “I’ve been showing off for 90 minutes. Now I just want to be .”