Zoe Raven

A woman sits down at the table across from you. Her hand slowly stretches out across the table, and you follow the sight up a slender wrist, arm, neck, and into an impossibly gorgeous face. For a moment, you and the woman stare at one another. Then she smiles and curls a finger, gesturing you over to her table. You glance behind and around you, but you're the only one inside the restaurant. She laughs softly before deliberately mouthing, "Yes, you."