Dionne
Every instinct I had screamed at me to look away. To make myself small and uninteresting. To do whatever it took to make him move past me and find somewhere else to be.
But he was already there, standing beside the empty chair Rodney had vacated, and his smile had gotten wider.
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're not from around here," he said. His voice was warm, slightly rough, with an accent I couldn't quite place. "Because I know everyone in this town, and I've definitely never seen you before."
I stared at him. Tried to formulate a response that would make him leave without being rude enough to cause a scene.
"Just passing through," I managed finally.
