At another table, a man in a crisp white T-shirt sat alone. His piercing gaze had been fixed on Brianna’s table for what felt like an eternity. His expression was unreadable, neither kind nor cruel, but his relentless focus made Brianna feel exposed, as if under a microscope.
The stares dug into her like lasers, an unspoken weight pressing on her back. She fought the urge to react, knowing she couldn’t afford to draw more attention. Instead, she focused on Adrian and Lucy, encouraging them to finish their quesadilla as quickly as possible.