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He drank.

"Too late for regrets," the man said gently. He gestured to the velvet curtain behind him. "The Chef has been expecting a critic. The menu is fixed. One course." leche69.

Marcus looked back at the door. He should leave. The vibe had shifted from 'quirky' to 'occult' in record time. "Actually, I think I’m good—" He drank

He thought of his corporate job. He thought of his emails. He thought of the gray spreadsheets waiting for him on his laptop. Then he looked at the white light in the glass. "The Chef has been expecting a critic

Marcus felt a compulsion he couldn't explain—a primal hunger he hadn't felt since he was an infant. His feet moved without his permission. He walked past the tuxedoed man and into the hall.