A woman in a black trenchcoat walks into the bar. Leaning on the doorway, she looks through the people in the bar. She looked at Sentero, making sure to catch his attention, and gave him a small wink.
Walking to the bar, she muttered to the waitress.
:A piece of chocolate cake, please:
Retrieving her cake, the strange woman sat down in a seat not-so-far from anyone else in the bar, but still a clear distance, and started to pick at the cake with a fork, while eyeing several people in the room, including Callahan, Duke, and most of all Sentero.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
