Calibs’s POV:
The booth we took was the furthest one in the corner. As we passed the locals, they stared at us. Clearly, these people didn’t trust strangers, especially ones that looked like me.
I sat with my back to the locals, hoping that if they did not see my face they would calm down, because I could literally feel the animosity directed at me.
Aine smiled one of her serene smiles, staring straight at them. I could literally feel them losing interest in us.
A waitress approached us. She stared straight at me. She looked uncomfortable and a little scared. I rubbed the deeper scar on my face, realising I was probably scary looking with both scars..
As she stopped at our table, he face turned to Aine. Aine’s smile immediately put her at ease and she started to clearly relax. I
