Steven pushed through the entrance and the warmth of the place hit him immediately.
The bar and grill was exactly what Callum had described and nothing more than that, which was a recommendation in itself. Dark wood, exposed brick, the sound of conversation layered over a music track that was present without demanding attention. The lighting was warm and low without being theatrical.
Steven scanned the room and found his friends' position almost immediately.
They had pushed two tables together near the far wall, away from the bar crowd, and the group was already assembled and mid-conversation. He counted eight people before James looked up.
James stood up before Steven had taken three steps toward the table.
"There he is," James said, loud enough that the table turned as one.
