Linda and Laurence arrived at a huge building with several spotlights, exuding luxury and an air of the elite. "You like it?"
Laurence grinned and looked at her, but Linda didn't smile or even smirk, unlike her previous self who would smile at him. Laurence sighed and looked at her. "I'm glad you can still remember me…"
"Enough with poems. Let's get to business," she said coldly and put on her black gloves, completing her black coat.
Laurence lifted both hands dramatically. "Alright. Follow me." He led her away from the bright entrance and toward a darker path, down into a private garage. The air there was chilling and quieter. She walked beside him like she owned the ground.
...
Inside the bar, music was playing softly. Golden lights collided with shadows. Expensive perfume in the air.
"Ahh… Lizzo?" someone whispered.
"Shh!" another hissed quickly. "What if she hears you? You want to die?"
"She's back…"
