Emily's POV The bar was in the Lower East Side, down an alley that not even Google Maps recognized. Chloe drove through narrow streets, lined with brick buildings and fire escapes that seemed to defy gravity. She parked in front of a black door, no sign, no plaque, no sign of life."This is it?""This is it," Chloe replied, turning off the engine. "The only place in New York where no one will bother us."We went in. The sound of a saxophone wrapped around us like a warm cloud. The bar was small, dark, lit only by candles and small amber lights behind the counter. The walls were brick, covered in black and white photographs of musicians I didn't know."Pick a table and sit," Chloe said, pointing to a more isolated corner. "I'll get us something to drink."I sat down. The leather of the sofa creaked under my weight. The room was crowded, but not too much. Couples in corners, groups of friends, old men in hats drinking whiskey alone.Chloe came back with two glasses of red wine. The da
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