Emily’s POV
If I’m going to discuss this, I need something to numb my brain.
I caught the eye of the discreet maître d' hovering near the kitchen door and gave a small, beckoning wave. He glided over soundlessly.
"A glass of your house red, please," I said, my voice sounding too loud in the hushed room.
Before the maître d' could nod, Jin's voice cut in, calm but firm. "Perhaps sparkling water instead."
I turned my head slowly to look at him, one eyebrow arched so high it probably touched my hairline. "Excuse me? I believe I ordered a glass of wine."
His gaze was steady, a flicker of something unreadable in his blue eyes. "I'm aware. I'm simply questioning the wisdom of it. Given your... history with alcohol in my presence."
The meaning slammed into me. Our interview. The blackout.
