She saw him the instant she entered the bar—his size alone made him hard to miss—seated alone in a nook near the back; what’s more, he saw her, zeroing upon her immediately so that she suddenly got spooked and veered into the ladies’ room—where she closed herself in a stall and puffed on her vape pen furiously, wondering just what it was she thought she was doing and how she would extract herself from the situation if it should take a turn for the worse.
‘If?’ she reprimanded herself sternly. Don’t you mean when? Hasn’t it always been just a matter of when?
She straightened suddenly and stowed away the pen, rubbing the corners of her mouth to ensure there was no residue left from lunch, then hurried from the stall and quickly checked herself in the mirror.
It’ll have to do, she decided,
