Ethan and Chrissy were heading straight toward us, her arm hooked tightly around his like she was scared someone might steal him. The first thing I noticed was her dress — a silver, overly-shiny, sequined thing that screamed “I just got money yesterday.” It glittered under the lights in a way that felt almost… aggressive. Typical “I’ve arrived” energy.

She plastered on a smile.

“Good evening, sir. I’m Chrissy,” she purred at Alexander.

Ethan jumped in fast, as ...