Kira Noir Ordering Off The Menu [RECENT ›]

Kira picks up her fork — not the one on the table, but the one she brought in her own coat pocket. Silver. Old. Worn smooth by fingers that have ordered off the menu in seventeen countries.

“Perfect.”

The waiter nods once and disappears behind a velvet curtain. kira noir ordering off the menu

Kira slides the menu back across the table without opening it. Kira picks up her fork — not the