Hiding under Secrets

The air was thick with tension as Rosa, Marcy, and I crouched behind the bar counter, our breaths shallow and movements minimal. 

The polished wooden counter was cold against my back, and I fought the urge to peek over the edge, knowing that the slightest movement could give us away. 

The dim light filtering through the rows of liquor bottles on the bar shelves cast eerie shadows on the wall, amplifying the suffocating atmosphere. 

"What's happening out there?" I asked aloud, but it was mostly as a thought to myself.

Marcy lifted her head, trying to see if she would be able to catch a glimpse of anything outside the bar counter, but her efforts were futile.

"The bottles are blocking my view. I can't see anything" Marcy replied.

I cursed under my breath, anxious to know what was going on.