The VIP section of the bar was exuding luxury with its plush leather seats and soft golden lighting.
A massive chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany tables.
The faint hum of jazz music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet chatter of the few elite patrons scattered around.
Ethan and Cole were seated in a secluded corner, a bottle of expensive red wine between them.
The air smelled of aged whiskey and expensive cigars, though neither of them smoked.
Ethan swirled his glass absently, watching the deep red liquid coat the sides before taking a slow sip.
Cole leaned back in his seat, his sharp eyes locked onto Ethan.
"So," Cole began, breaking the silence, "what's the situation with Ryan?"
Ethan exhaled, setting his glass down with a quiet clink.
"It's crazy," he muttered. "He doesn't recognize only me."
Cole immediately shook his head in disbelief. "That's… very crazy indeed. So, what's the way forward?"
