Asher pushed the wheelchair toward the exit of the bar-restaurant, his stomach pleasantly full despite the questionable neighborhood. The same waitress from before approached with a sleek payment device, its screen displaying [Insert Pin] at the top and [100 Points] glowing at the center.
The young woman in the wheelchair accepted the device with practiced ease. The waitress stepped back respectfully as Natalia inserted her pin, and the screen flashed [Transaction Complete] in cheerful green letters. She handed the device back, and the waitress presented a small card to Natalia with a professional smile.
Then something odd happened. The waitress looked directly at Asher, bit her lip in what seemed like a practiced gesture, and walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
"What was that about?" Asher asked, genuinely puzzled.
Natalia's expression darkened. "Let's go," she said curtly.
