The lounge was dim and elegant, with wooden walls, gold details, and the quiet clinking of glasses. Soft jazz played in the background, coming from speakers hidden around the room.
Outside, stars hung quietly above the dark mountains, but inside, everything felt relaxed, calm and classy.
They'd spent the whole day exploring, jumping from one cute little restaurant to another, laughing way too hard at their own inside jokes, snapping blurry selfies, and pretending they weren't freezing.
Well, at least Phoebe and Keith were.
Craig mostly stayed quiet, tagging along like their silent third wheel, sipping his coffee and watching them with that usual closed-off look on his face.
By the time they landed here, they were warm from wine and buzzed from sugar.
Phoebe leaned back into the velvet seat, letting her eyes wander around the lounge.
"This place looks like it charges extra just for breathing," she said, twirling her straw like she was half-joking, half-impressed.
