The evening of the karaoke arrived.
After confirming that Riley would run a few minutes late, Alex and Julian decided to set out first.
Alex had made the reservation the night before. She had found the place online and booked a slot after reading a few glowing reviews.
When they arrived, the neon sign above the entrance flickered softly, casting a violet hue across the pavement. Velvet Vox, it read.
Merely gazing at the number of fancy cars in the parking lot, she knew this was a popular spot.
As they stepped through the glass doors, soft lighting and the low hum of music immediately greeted them, echoing from somewhere deeper inside. A sleek reception counter stood to the right, attended by a young woman in a black uniform tapping away at a tablet.
Behind her, a backlit menu displayed room rates, food combos, and themed packages. Further down, Alex spotted a cozy bar that seemed lively with people drinking cocktails.
