The lounge was a warm low-lit space with deep gray couches, a few potted plants tucked into corners, and framed black-and-white photos of artists who had once recorded in the studio. The faint scent of roasted coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the soft hum of distant music from another room.
They settled across from each other.
"The person who was almost hit is a woman and her identity has been known for two days." She started.
"You have a best friend—Sierra Wrenford, right?" Nina asked carefully.
"Yes," Lyra answered, smiling at the name. "She helped me a lot during our college days. She's a very good person."
"Well…I'm not so sure about that. Not after what's on the internet. And definitely not after what people who've seen the video are saying."
Lyra frowned. "What do you mean?"
