The car stopped outside a quiet little spot tucked between taller buildings. It wasn't flashy, but it wasn't cheap either.
Nori glanced out the window, then side-eyed Ryusuke. "This doesn't look like a place that serves people who used to dance half-naked for rent money."
Ryusuke didn't miss a beat. "That's exactly why I picked it. Something about seeing you eat real food makes me feel like I've done a good deed today."
Nori made a face. "You want a medal or a cookie?"
"I want to see you full, warm, and still glaring at me from across the table. Come on."
Inside, it was quiet, dim lighting, smooth jazz in the background. Ryusuke didn't say anything to the host—just stared once. That was enough. They were guided to a private booth near the back.
Nori slid into the seat, arms crossed. "So. Mafia Boss takes ex-stripper Omega to fancy restaurant. What's next? Wedding bells? Surprise heat suppressant in my drink?"
Ryusuke raised a brow, unfazed. "You really think I'd drug you?"
