Liam made his way downstairs to the club, the noise and chaos of the place a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of his meeting with Isolde. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten in hours. He glanced around and spotted a restaurant tucked into the corner of the club. The neon sign above the entrance flickered softly, casting a warm glow that seemed almost inviting.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should trust an unfamiliar place like this, but his hunger won out. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, the smell of food hitting him almost immediately. The restaurant was surprisingly clean and well-lit, with booths lining the walls and a long counter stretching across the back. A few patrons sat scattered throughout the space, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lights.
