The car slowed down, but we weren't in front of a quiet café like I expected. Instead, Julian pulled up to a curb lined with neon lights and a long queue of people waiting behind velvet ropes. The muffled thud of a heavy bassline vibrated through the car doors.
I looked out the window, my eyes widening. "Wait, Ella... I thought we were getting coffee or a quiet drink?"
"Coffee?" Ella laughed, grabbing her purse. "Fiona, look at you! You're dressed way too cute for a latte. You need to dance that stress away. A little loud music is exactly what the doctor ordered."
Julian killed the engine and hopped out, coming around to open my door. He leaned against the frame, the flashing blue and purple lights of the club entrance reflecting in his eyes. "Trust me, Fiona. This place has the best 'drinks' in the city. And if you really want coffee, they probably have an espresso martini with your name on it."
