Selene ushered Carter to the changing room, quickly checking if it was empty. Carter looked worse than a wet cat, trying to stop his shirt from sticking to his body. At least his clothes were black, per usual, and Selene smiled a bit, remembering Carter’s own advice about dark clothes and wine.

The bartender put all the salt, napkins, and a bottle of water on one of the benches and looked up at Carter, who was also staring at her expectedly. Selene struggled to figure out a ...