The Million Dollar Glass Of Water

Summary

I was halfway out the door of the spa when the owner’s voice cut through the tranquil lo-fi beats of the lobby.

"Excuse me, ma'am? I think you’ve forgotten something."

I turned, blinking in confusion. "I paid at the desk. Tip included."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes—a practiced, feline stretch of the lips. "It’s about the refreshments. Our fruit platters and premium hydration are reserved strictly for members. Since you indulged, we’ll need to get you set up with a membership today."