He found them a table to the side of the dance floor, and she hopped up on the high back chair and grinned at him.
“What’s so funny?” he looked at her with a wide smile.
“Draco,” she teased his name, “how does this place compare to the entertainment venues you say you own?”
He looked at the table between them stained with beer from the previous occupants which hadn’t yet been wiped off. The music blasting in on three loudspeakers not properly calibrated for the space blasted over the makeshift dancefloor. The music was an eclectic mix of pop music and Latin music, and it strangely suited the varied mix of people in the room.
Locals and tourists alike filled the corners and dance floor, and it was a partylike atmosphere.
“I think this place is perfect for what it is and where it is.
