Silas. A completely unexpected name, but it suited him. At least it looked like it suited him. She listened carefully, even if her features didn’t grow any more worried. She appreciated his concern, but really he was barking up the wrong tree. It wasn’t like she enjoyed courting danger – well, maybe she did a little – but he was sorely mistaken if thought she was the type to go somewhere quiet and take it easy.
“But you’re still here.” Clearly there was something about this place that appealed to him, and she doubted it was Rita. Speaking of which, Alex glanced around for a moment, their waitress nowhere in sight, and she leaned forward. “What do you mean ‘dream crimes’ and abilities?” He couldn’t just toss words and phrases like that and not expect her interest to be piqued.