Patricia's POV
What have I done? I cried out in my heart internally as I stared at this man properly. He was a bit old but he was definitely still active. He had this grim look on his face that made my stomach churn.
The air retreated in fear and some sort of darkness clothed me like a second skin.
All of a sudden, I felt unsafe, coupled with the men drinking. Why here of all places?
"What's wrong? Do have a seat and relax."
He gestured towards the seat opposite his, so I took it and crossed my legs. I would hide my trembling fingers at all costs.
I stared hard at him and he kept checking me out, so it annoyed me.
"Are you going to talk or not?" There was no single bit of patience in my tone. I was pissed and a little bit scared.
"Alas, we finally meet, Patricia Lynn." His voice was thick with calculated emotions, and he played with a pen he had on him.
"Excuse me?" My eyes grew wide. What did he mean by that?