Tina Sterling had always been a master of chaos, but today, she outdid herself. Fully cloaked in an oversized hoodie, sunglasses masking her eyes, and a surgical mask pulled snug over her face, she navigated the streets like a shadow. Every step was deliberate, quiet, careful—but beneath her caution, her heartbeat hummed with excitement. Today was a risk. A delicious, dangerous, utterly chaotic risk. Andrew had practically begged her not to come to Luna's Bar tonight. He'd paced the mansion hall, hands in his hair, lecturing her with that combination of sassy exasperation and serious worry that only he could pull off.
"Tiny."
He had said, voice tight with concern.
"You stay here. I don't care if it's just for one shift. No paparazzi, no crowds, no surprises. Promise me."
She had smirked, innocent as a cat who'd already knocked over the vase.
"Promise…"
