In that moment, I was certain we were busted, that this guy had somehow realized that we were underage, and he’d come to throw us out on our asses.
He didn’t say anything at first, and neither did we. The guard merely looked us up and down, sizing us up.
“Someone wants to speak with you.” His voice was so deep that I could practically feel the reverberations in my bones.
“Someone wants to speak with us?” Laura put her hands on her hips and stepped right up to the guy. There wasn’t a trace of fear in her words.
“Who?”
The guard shared the same sentiment. “Member of the staff.”
He swept his massive, meaty hand toward a booth in the corner, one so secluded that I wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t been pointed out.
“OK,” Laura said. “And why does that matter
