Follow Me
Shifting his attention to the screen in front of him, the concierge tapped a few buttons before directing Griff into the main section of the restaurant. “Please follow me, sir,” he said.
The space was cool and invigorating in contrast to the hot and heavy air outside. Soft piano music filled the room from an unknown source, and numerous waiters flitted about, generous plates of food in hand. Griff felt he was exactly where he needed to be, but he didn’t know someone was watching him.