Emily nervously looked at the entrance of the Rose restaurant, and she felt a sinking feeling at the very bottom of her stomach. A few months ago, she would have been thrilled to go to any restaurant, no matter the standard, but now, she simply felt sick to her stomach.
The restaurant was rundown, the sign itself had flickering lights, and the letter "E" of the name Rose was holding on for dear life.
"Are you sure that you want to be here?" Emily turned around, and she heard one of her security men question her. She flashed a brave smile his way, even though she was feeling less than brave at that very moment.
"Of course, I am waiting for an old friend of mine," she responded confidently, or rather, she pretended to sound and look confident.
"I'll go in with you."