I could feel the biker's eyes on my back as I walked farther into the bar.
Please don't know Doom.
I repeated those words in my head.
As I spotted a man sitting at one of the tables, looking over receipts.
He appeared to be Latino, well-built from what I could tell.
Although it was hard to judge with him sitting down.
I took a breath and approached him.
“Um, excuse me. Are you Viper?”
The man looked up from the receipts.
“I am. You are?”
“Violet. Margo arranged an interview for me.”
Recognition crossed his face.
“Have a seat.”
I sat across from him, trying not to look toward the entrance again.
“Margo spoke up for you,” Viper said.
“Says you've worked in a bar before.”
“I have. It's been a while, but I still know how to make several drinks. I'm a quick learner too.”
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