"Sprite," he mumbled. "Yes, that's right. Sprite." Shaking his head, he filled her glass with Sprite and dropped a few ice cubes into it. How perfectly marvelous, he thought, that ice was so easy to keep in the City. At home, ice had been a commodity. "I can get you some lemon. We're going that way, actually..."
He passed her the glass and led her back into the kitchen area. There was a double-sink at the back, and the lemon was in the walk-in cooler. "I'll be right out," he promised, while gesturing her over to the sink.
True to his word, a minute later, he was back with a lemon in one hand and a knife in the other. He busied himself at a counter, slicing the fruit she'd asked for.
There was something about Enigma that made Christian want to meet whatever needs the woman had. She was so... There was a fire about her that he found wildly attractive. He shouldn't be thinking about her like that, and it felt a little like betraying his Satine... But Satine was gone, now. He couldn't even visit her grave.