Chapter 17: Speakeasy
"Hey, Sel." Elizabeth found a new habit, waiting for Selene until she closed the bar and was ready to leave the restaurant. The young bartender, however, wondered if their sudden friendship was actually real or more motivated by Carter's absence. Not a literal absence, though. The chef was cooped up in his office, hardly making appearances among the guests or even his own kitchen.
Their talk with Liz wasn't fruitful, thought Selene. The manager was also very keen to seek her company, and the bartender actually felt flattered, privileged even. Elizabeth was a part of that unreachable elite that she often associated with Carter or the guests of his restaurant. They were gliding through life, not even the smallest smidge of dirt on their shiny shoes. Gods, even rain wouldn't dare to spoil their luxurious coats or cashmere jackets. No drop from the sky if you had the privilege of a sleek ride and even a drier.