The entrance opened onto a short tunnel, the walls lined with strips of blue light that pulsed slowly in time with the bass coming from somewhere beyond, the corridor narrow enough that they had to walk single file for a few steps before it widened.
Kelvin nudged Liam hard with his elbow.
"You bastard," he said, his voice low, leaning in close. "How the hell do you know her. And why did she call you sir."
Liam scratched the back of his head. "It's kind of a long—"
"We met and made a bet," she said.
Both of them turned.
She was a few steps ahead, walking with her back straight and her eyes forward, not looking at either of them. "It was a game. The loser had to do anything the winner asked." A pause. "He asked me to call him sir from now on."
She kept walking. Did not smile. Did not turn around.
Liam and Kelvin stopped walking entirely for a second.
