Florence gets to the sky bar. It’s a large room that fills practically entire floor with windows from the floor to the ceiling. It’s got a panoramic view to London anywhere you sit. Even though it’s Sunday night, it’s full. People are chatting, laughing, there’s a nice lounge music playing in the background. Everything about this place screams- rich. Florence has never been in such place.
Everybody is dressed casually, but nice. It’s obvious that everyone in the room is quite rich. Florence smooths her clothes nervously, but is relieved that nobody pays attention to her. She looks around for Alex, and she spots her in the corner, drinking Martini and enjoying the view.
She heads to Alex’s direction and sits down in front of her. “Well, you came,” Alex says gladly and motions for a waite
