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Raguel's got the feeling that someone is looking over his shoulder. Not in a prying way; just there, constant, and it's not someone he looks forward to seeing.
He's looked back twice for his unwelcome visitor and, finding no one, resumed his old habit of sitting with his back to a wall. He's near enough to the bar to be sociable (now there's a new one) and far enough toward the corner that he can see who comes in through either door.
He swirls his beer, unaccountably fidgety.
He's looked back twice for his unwelcome visitor and, finding no one, resumed his old habit of sitting with his back to a wall. He's near enough to the bar to be sociable (now there's a new one) and far enough toward the corner that he can see who comes in through either door.
He swirls his beer, unaccountably fidgety.