Alastair, who had walked here and planned to inevitably take a cab home, watched Alicia disappear again. Suddenly he was feeling quite out of place. He looked around the smoky area, his eyes widened and his mouth in a shocked little 'o'. It was beautiful. There was no denying that.
Alicia had given her spiel well. She had obviously given it many times before. Alastair wondered if this was some kind of cult meeting house, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He was Abby's guest and he would conduct himself in a manner befitting the posh bar around him.
Alastair wanted to wait for Abby. He sat and admired the place, trying to look interested while hoping not to appear like he was hanging out for the company of someone.