Right This Way
The concierge turned to his computer, pressing a few buttons before ushering Griff to the restaurant. “Right this way, sir,” he said.
Unlike the hot, dry air outside, the restaurant’s atmosphere was cool and refreshing.
Mellow piano music emanated from an unknown place, and countless servers weaved around carrying large plates of food. Griff thought he was right where he was supposed to be, unaware he was being watched.