[oom] Don't Even Think About It

She took the long way back, all the way down the south wing, wondering if he was following her.

Half hoping?  No.  No, she knew better. Of course she knew better.  She headed down another corridor, back tracking, wondering just when she'd gotten so paranoid.

When the Colombian gent in the stunning Armani suit sat down at her bartending shift, that's when. 

No, clearly, he'd stayed in the bar.  She was safe to head back to Room #4.  She opened the door that lead to the bridge and was halfway across when she heard it open again.

She turned, and raised an eyebrow.