Isabella pressed a folded hundred-dollar bill into his palm along with the atomizer. "See that man at the bar? Tall, dark suit, silver-gray eyes?"
The waiter glanced over. "Mr. Valentino?"
"Yes. He's about to order a drink, probably whiskey. When you deliver it, I need you to add the contents of this atomizer to his glass. Discreetly. No one can see."
The waiter's eyes widened. "Ma'am, I can't..."
Isabella pressed another two hundred-dollar bills into his hand. "Yes, you can. It's completely harmless, just a little something to help him relax. He's been so stressed lately." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "I'm an old friend. Trying to help. But you know how proud men are, he'd never accept it directly."
The waiter hesitated, then pocketed the money. "What's in it?"
"Just herbs. Natural relaxants. Completely safe." Isabella's smile was warm, trustworthy. "You'd be doing a good deed trust me."
"Okay." The waiter nodded. "I'll do it."
