I was sipping a beer in the corner of the drinking hole I came to to decompress.
She then sat down opposite me, a soda water in her hand. I went to speak when I saw her face.
I've seen plenty of looks of desperation and fear, but not one so desperate, so afraid.
I went to speak when she grabbed my hand, and stared at me.
I was confused, until a couple of big men entered the drinking hole, looked around, then left through the side door.
"I hope you'll be ok..."
"It's not them."
She stared behind me.
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