Liam sat at the corner of a dimly lit bar, his back pressed against the rough leather booth while soft jazz music hummed in the background, muffled beneath layers of idle conversations and clinking glasses.
He still couldn't figure out how exactly this had happened.
After the restaurant, he thought they were heading back to the hotel. He thought Lana had scratched her "explore" itch and would be satisfied for the night. But no—just as they stepped out of the restaurant into the icy air, Lana had pointed at a neon-lit bar across the street and pulled him along like it was all part of the plan. The strangest part? She paid for both their drinks.
And now here they were.
