Eric was sitting in the lounge of the hotel he had spent two nights in. Right then he was sitting cross-legged, glass in hand, eyes on the display coming from the television screen. He was not so interested in what he was viewing, but he only wished to be in the company of others even though he knew no one around nor was he talking to anyone else. The business he had come for had been successful and he only had to spend this last night before he returned to his home.
Occasionally, he looked away from the screen to catch any server or the bartender's glance for a refill and that was all the movement his eyes made. But, just looking at the screen which was a short distance away, a figure passed through his view and Eric did not know why or how, but, his eyes followed. He watched as the per
