The lobby was bigger than the landing below it. Not by a small amount either. Enough that it had stopped being surprising and started being the room's defining trait.
I'd measured it twice when Bram first opened it up. Got two different answers. At that point, I decided the extra space wasn't something you solved by measuring again.
The furniture was in place now. Couch along the north wall. Two armchairs angled across a low table in the center. That angle mattered. Straight-on made things stiff. Angled let a conversation breathe.
I didn't remember telling Bram to do that, but he'd set them where they should be anyway. He usually did.
The bar counter sat built into the east wall. Not freestanding. Shelf underneath running true. I ran a hand along the top. Good joins on both ends. I stood there a bit, thinking about what belonged on it.
