He didn't take me to his apartment.
He drove and I watched the city move past the window, shifting around us. The familiar streets gave way to a part of it I didn't know as well, seeming darker and quieter.
We stopped outside a building with no sign visible from the street. Just a dark, thick door and a man outside it who stepped aside the moment he saw the car.
Zane got out. He opened my door and I stepped out, his hand coming to my waist.
The man at the door nodded at him and held the door open for us.
Inside it was dim and warm, the music low. A bar was located along one wall, booths along another. It wasn’t crowded but the room changed when we came in. The men seemed to straighten up, nodding at Zane. And the women looked up and stared at Zane, longingly. Then glared at me once
