He was alone.

Sipping at a glass of tequila, the man sat slightly slumped, his back to the wall. Dark, shoulder-length hair framed his pale face while black sunglasses hid his eyes.

She was sure they'd be dark.

Making sure to sway her hips and expose a bit of cleavage, she leaned down to smile at the man. He stared straight at her, his head cocked to the side while his face was an unmoving mask.

He asked her what she was doing. She answered with a chillingly familiar question of her own.

In response, he downed the rest of his drink and whipped off his glasses.

She was gaping in a tense silence.

And he could only smirk before he walked out.

Alone.