The door opened and the warmth of the restaurant came out to meet them before they were fully inside.
Liam stepped in.
The entrance was a short corridor, dark paneling on both sides, a single painting on the left wall that he didn't look at long enough to identify, just registered as something old and probably expensive.
Then the corridor ended and the room opened up.
It was bigger than it looked from outside.
The ceiling was high with dark beams running across it and the light came from everywhere and nowhere at once, candles on every table, small fixtures along the walls, all of it warm and low and deliberate.
Round tables dressed in white linen filled the floor at comfortable distances from each other, the settings on each one precise, a single candle in the center throwing a soft circle of light.
Dark wood chairs with upholstered backs.
The kind of room where the details had been thought about by someone who cared about details and had the money to act on that.
