I was sitting in a bar in a small town when they walked in. I could hear them, just like I could hear people whispering about me. "what's with the sunglasses? It's too dark for those." I smirk.
I shift to the right to get more comfortable, then feel a man touch my shoulder. "Are you Alice?"
"I might be. Who are you?"
"Barney Ross." He sounds surprised at my Spanish accent. "So are you Alice?"
"Yes." I motion for him to sit." All of you sit, please."
"How'd she do that? She didn't even turn," one asked. My smirk grows.