Mia woke up already tired,she wasn't tired from stress or too much work.This one sat deeper, behind her eyes, the kind that came from thinking too much even while asleep. Mia lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment from yesterday the way her mind insisted on doing. The restaurant,the noise,Kim storming out in her quiet, lethal way. And then that voice that called her Mia Brooks.
He didn't shout nor whisper. He Just said it like a fact.
She rolled onto her side and pulled the blanket tighter around herself, as if that could keep the memory from touching her. It had followed her into sleep and now it was here again, fully awake with her.
Who was he.
And how did he know her name.
She went over it again, slow this time. His face. Ordinary. Not threatening. Maybe mid thirties. Clean enough. He did not look like trouble. But trouble never really announced itself, did it? Sometimes it just smiled politely and said your name in public.
