Someone’s Watching Me
While Griff waited for his food to arrive, he got a strange feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around the space, his eyes landing on the unwavering stare of the concierge who had looked at him so judgmentally at the front door.
Their gazes met for a split second, and Griff’s stomach turned with unease. Fidgeting where he sat, he wondered whether he had inadvertently insulted the man or if his combat fatigues had offended him.