Alaia
"Take me to a bar, please," I said, and the taxi driver looked at me as if I had grown two heads. It must have been the hour, but he nodded once.
We arrived at a familiar area, and the car stopped.
"A great friend works here, they serve good drinks," he shrugged after I looked at him, silently asking, "Here?"
"Thank you," I said and opened the door, remembering that I hadn't brought any money or my phone. Damn it, my head was really lost.
"Miss Russell," I heard a man say my name and found the pleasant gaze of the waiter from the restaurant I had seen a long time ago, when I came to the meeting with Nick and the minister.
I heard the taxi driver's voice telling me the fare, and embarrassed, I searched my pants pockets; I should have brought money.
"Of course, if you had been a
