They walked out of the office together and back into the main room of the club.
The evening had fully settled in while they had been gone.
The place had filled up, most tables occupied now, the lighting doing what it was designed to do at this hour, keeping each table in its own warm isolated pool while the stage drew everything else.
The music had found a deeper gear, the baseline heavier than it had been earlier, sitting in the chest rather than just the ears.
The performers on stage had changed, the energy in the room tracking the shift, attention pulled forward in waves every few minutes.
Kelvin was where they had left him.
He was sitting in the same chair but everything else about the situation had changed considerably.
The seating area around him had been rearranged slightly, a low curved section that faced away from the main floor, semi-private without being fully removed from the room.
Two candles on the table.
A bottle of something expensive sitting in ice.
