Based on the monochromatic exterior, I’m expecting a minimalistic interior as well. The variety of decoration inside is a bit of a shock. The floor is covered with woven rugs boasting intricate patterns. The walls are paneled with light wood. Hundreds of lights cover the ceiling, giving the space a warm, homey glow. The furniture takes the longest to absorb. It’s an eclectic mix in color, weave, and if I had to guess, century.

There’s a communal feel to the large space. Long tables run the full length of the room, surrounded by chairs spanning every possible shape and color you could imagine. It’s reminiscent of my high school cafeteria, but none of the food being eaten looks anything like the glop I ate for four years. I study some plates as Olivia talks to the hostess. There’s some sort of fish with sectioned citrus, roasted chicken with cucumber salsa, seared beef with jalapeno, and prawns atop a beet salad.

I’m distracted from my perusal when a familiar voice says, “This is a surprise.”

I turn to see Coach Weber appraising our group with the barest hint of a smile. It’s the first time I’ve seen her in anything but a polo and soccer shorts. She’s dressed in a pink checkered sundress that falls to mid-calf. A few middle-aged women hover behind her, looking at our large group curiously.

I’m the only sober one, so I take the lead. “Hi, Coach.”

“Scott. Ladies,” Coach Weber responds, swiping her gaze across our entire group. “Doing some team bonding?”

“There was a group liver workout,” I reply.

Ellie snorts. Alexis hisses my name.

Christina Weber has an epic poker face, but I think I catch a lip twitch. “Don’t set any records. I talked to Erika Beck earlier. You’re in high demand this weekend, Scott.” I nod. “Have a good night, ladies. I’d recommend the chicken.” Coach Weber heads for the door with her girl squad close behind.

“What was she talking about? Erika Beck?” Ellie whispers to me.

“I’ll tell you later,” I reply as we follow the hostess over to the large section of seats waiting for us. Our group of thirty takes up most of the table. I opt to follow Coach Weber’s suggestion and get the chicken. I’m far from a foodie, but it’s good. The cucumber salsa is dressed with salt, lime, and mint, which pairs perfectly with the gin margarita I order.