Ten minutes later, Steven and Lena arrived at the rooftop lounge.
Steven pulled into the parking area behind Lena's Mercedes and cut the engine.
They walked to the entrance together, falling into step naturally without either of them deciding to. The building was a converted mid-rise with an exposed brick exterior and a narrow lobby that opened into an elevator.
Inside, Lena pressed the button for the top floor without looking for it.
"You've been here before," Steven said.
"A few times," she said. "It's the kind of place you kind of want to come back to."
The elevator opened onto a wide terrace. The city spread out in every direction, the Houston skyline pressing its light against the dark sky, the streets below reduced to moving headlights. The air up here was cooler and clearer.
