“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
Somewhere in the kitchen, a chef drops a knife. kira noir ordering off the menu
Kira pulls a thin black cigarette from nowhere — lights it even though the sign says not to. The smoke curls upward like a question no one dares ask. “I… I don’t know what you mean
The waiter nods once and disappears behind a velvet curtain. kira noir ordering off the menu