They sat opposite each other at the white linen-covered table, candlelight bathing them in a golden glow. Pop art graced the white walls, in stark contrast to the bare concrete floor. Near the bar, a singer was warming up.
When theyd been shown to their table, Jessi had gingerly lowered herself onto the chair, finding that the weight of the plug was more bearable when she was seated than when she stood. Judd had watched her, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
This is a beautiful place, Jessi said as their server left with their orders.
Judd glanced around. You havent been to O-BO before?
She shook her head.
The owner is a friend of mine. We were at FSU together. He started this place a couple of years ago.
I like it. It feels fancy, but welcoming.
Judd nodded. I think that was what he was going for. So, Angel
He was interrupted when the waiter returned with their wine. Here you are madam, sir. Your starter will be up momentarily.