The elevator doors slid open, revealing a classy club bathed in dim, ambient lighting. Rachel stepped into the room, her eyes adjusting to the subtle glow.
Her gaze couldn't help but land on the strippers gracefully dancing on their poles, with a crowd of men fixated on their every move—an irksome sight that only worsened her throbbing headache. She suppressed her irritation, her determination to find Brandon overriding the discomfort.
As the pulsating music enveloped her, Rachel navigated through the room and made her way to the bar. Catching the bartender's attention, she called out, "Excuse me." Her voice was strained, a result of her nagging headache.
The bartender, attentive and ready to serve, inquired, "What can I get you tonight?"
