I look around and see people scattered around, almost walking like ants in an ant farm.
Knowing where to go and what to do.
I have no fucking clue what to do next.
I walk to the closest sidewalk and spot a table set up near a building.
A girl looks up from her phone and stares at me.
I give a quick wave.
The girl leans toward another girl and they begin to whisper at each other.
I nod.
Okay, go ahead. Talk about me. My clothes aren’t nice. My hair looks messy. I have one bag on my shoulder. I don’t fit in.
Then the first girl stands up.
She looks ready to point at me. Or try to yell at me. Or something.
Before she does anything, I feel someone next to me.
I turn my head and I have to look up.
The guy standing next to me is tall.
Very tall.
And he’s very handsome.
Scratch that.
He’ssexy.
His jaw looks impossibly firm. Dark stubble painted along that jaw too. Just the way he stands, he exudes power. He commands himself.
“Jaci Ruby,” he speaks.
His voice is deep. Intense.
I reach across my body with my right hand and grip the strap of my bag tight.
This guy is… scary.
And he won’t even look at me.
“Are you my tour guide?” I ask, feeling thatI come from a slum townsarcasm so easily slip from my lips.
That’s when he finally looks at me.
His eyes were so dark brown they were almost black.
Like staring into the eyes of evil.
“Tour guide?” he asks.
I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe to show me around this place. I’m new.”