A Declaration Of War

Ezra settled back into his seat, the subtle tension in his shoulders easing as he ordered a whiskey, neat. His eyes wandered around the restaurant, taking in the sophisticated ambiance and the contented chatter of the diners.

Moments later, the waitress returned with his drink, her professional smile warm and courteous. As she placed the glass on the table, Ezra looked up at her with a knowing smile, one that hinted at a shared secret.

"Would you care to join me for a moment?" he asked, his tone inviting yet commanding. "I believe you would like to hear what I have to say."

The waitress froze.

"Come on, now." Ezra's smile turned to a razor sharp grin. "We both know that disguise isn't fooling anyone."

She hesitated, glancing around to ensure that no one was watching them. Then, with a small, sigh, she slid into the seat across from him.