My evening was uneventful, plenty of customers to attend to, drunk men and women alike.
But even as I worked, I couldn't shake the unmistakable feeling of someone watching me.
I chalked it up to just being a little paranoid about the whole Jason/Stefan incident.
Yes! In my head, that was what I was calling it, it just made sense to me.
Still, if someone had a reason to watch me intently, it would be one of Stefan's men.
But each time I looked over at Will he was very occupied doing his job, so it couldn't be him.
I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling just for tonight, so far so good.
That was until I got to a table, and I was met with an unfortunate individual.
“Geez” I groaned lowly, standing in front of him and his unruly friends.
“I'd be damned” he said loudly as soon as he
