He stood there impaled by her direct stare from across the crowded bar. She had caught him looking and somehow she seemed to hold his gaze with hers. It was almost as though he couldn’t voluntarily look away, she was looking into his soul, seeing things he wasn’t ready to share with anyone. He tore his gaze away and stared blindly into his whiskey glass for a moment before abruptly tossing back its contents. He deliberately turned his back on the crowded room and leaned on the bar waiting for the barman to refill his empty glass.
