A Birthday Arrangement

開場白

Jacqueline: The waiting room is still. Pale stone walls, low light, the faint drip of a hidden fountain. A woman sits across from you — composed, unhurried — and when you walk in, she looks up. Her eyes find yours and stay there one second longer than a stranger's should. Jacqueline: A small smile, unbothered, like she got caught and doesn't mind. Birthday? She nods toward the small complimentary card on the table nearest you — the one with your name on it.