"So this is the club, huh?" Leah asked as they stood in front of the Rustic Noir that night as they stood opposite the club building of Harlow.
The building dominated this entire block… it was a big converted warehouse with industrial aesthetics that somehow managed to look both gritty and glamorous at the same time.
Metal framework was visible through floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the packed interior with bodies moving in rhythm inside and there was a neon sign spelling "RUSTIC NOIR" in flowing cursive lettering casting light across their faces in the night.
"It's one of the biggest buildings in this town and it looks so good~" Leah finished with her eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.
Wren couldn't deny it. The place looked good from the outside… way better than he'd expected for a small-town establishment.
