Isabella POV.
The bar was cosy enough for both of us.
It was just right outside the clinic, a few minutes walk if one was strong after work.
May led the way; she said she liked the bar and that was why she picked it. I didn't object, too tired to say a word because of how stressed I was.
“Anything is fine, let's just do this and get it over with.” I smiled.
When we entered inside, I actually liked it.
It wasn't loud, nor was it crowded, just dim enough for conversations like the one we were going to be having.
A private gateway, if you would call it that, yet it was lively enough that the click of glasses and quiet murmurs seemed a little entertaining.
Inside, May led the way again to where she believed was the best place to sit.
Her confident strides made it seem like she belonge
