The heavy, soundproofed door of the private suite clicked shut, instantly cutting off the muffled ambient noise of the restaurant and the chaotic hum of the street outside. The room was small and comfortably lit, featuring dark wood paneling, low-hanging amber lights, and a polished table set for two.
Jake pulled out a plush leather chair for Catherine, checking to ensure she was settled before taking his own seat across from her. "Well, that was unnecessary for just a dinner."
Catherine let out a long, slow breath, resting her forearms on the table with an amused smile. "It was definitely an entrance. I think I counted at least three people trying to live-stream your shoes."
Jake laughed quietly, reaching across the table to lace his fingers through hers. "I'm sorry about that. Elias warned me that the security visibility might draw a crowd eventually, but I didn't expect a full baseline blockade just for a Friday dinner."
