The restaurant sat behind a wall of glass on a corner lot, steel accents and warm wood paneling glowing under low light, a line of cars idling out front as valets jogged back and forth in red jackets.
Liam handed over the keys and the valet paused a beat too long before pulling off, glancing back over his shoulder at the car like he was trying to place it.
Liam offered Kelly his arm and she took it, her heels clicking against the polished stone path while a group of women in cocktail dresses laughed loudly near the entrance, waiting on their own table.
Inside, the place was fuller than Liam expected for a Thursday, every booth along the far wall occupied, a low buzz of conversation rolling under the music piped in from somewhere overhead.
