Allie saunters into the bar, her hips swaying gently as she makes her way to the meeting spot, her eyes scanning the room. The clack of her heels on the pavement is replaced by the soft thud against the bar's floor as she enters. Allie's heart beats an erratic rhythm, her palms slightly damp in anticipation.

She spots a man sitting at a dimly lit corner, a glass of scotch already in his hand. A small smile tugs at her lips as she approaches, her confidence unwavering. "Good evening," she greets him, her voice honey-sweet, dripping with seduction. "I trust your day has been a little brighter since our previous encounter?"

Allie takes a seat across from him, her eyes lingering on his for a moment before she looks down, feigning modesty as she adjusts her hijab. "I'll have a mimosa, please," she calls out, her voice carrying just enough innocence to make him curious.

As the bartender brings over their drinks, Allie raises her glass in a toast. "To new beginnings. May you find all the answers you seek." She takes a sip, letting her eyes linger on his face, her gaze unwavering as she wonders if her spell has already begun to work.