The club was empty this early in the day. The chairs were on the tables that they usually surrounded, the lights were off except for over the bar and at the corners, and the dance floor was barren, the music wasn't playing. It was like walking into a ghost town of a nightclub, but at the bar, there was a tall, statuesque woman, with a sketchbook and pencil, working on drawing up designs for a stage where the dance floor was. Tess looked up from her roughly sketched idea at the call of someone's voice and set the pad of paper down, before standing up and smoothing her skirt over her thighs.
"Phoebe?" She asked before she caught sight of the owner of the voice that called, but once she did, she smiled more fully. "Oh good gracious, you even look like her in person. If I call you Ali on mistake, just pinch me, got it?"