The Infinity Lounge is enjoying a quiet lull between the daytime set and the evening crowd. Soft jazz plays through the room, barely louder than conversation, while fresh flowers have been arranged around the Lounge, adding a little colour to the faded 1950s glamour of the place. For once, there's nowhere Lauren needs to be immediately. She finishes unloading the dishwasher behind the main bar and checks her phone while the last few glasses settle into place. A makeup artist she follows has just posted photographs from a recent television production. Lauren scrolls through the images, studying the lighting and the way the makeup has been kept natural on camera. She types a quick comment. "This looks gorgeous. Love what you've done with the skin under those lights—really clean work." She hits send, puts her phone back into her pocket and turns back towards the bar. Then she hears a glass being placed down behind her. Lauren looks up. "Hey."