Melanie.
I look at the man. He's fit and has this serious look on his face. He looks frightening and he has a huge scar on his left cheek. I wonder the reason for the scar. He looks at me, keenly.
I don't like the vibes that erupt from him. Jayce leads us to an empty seat across from him, the man's eyes linger on me.
"Hello, doll. I'm Owen Andrew. I own this club." He smiles menacingly.
I swallow hard. I don't know why Jayce brought me here. I guess I was just bored.
"She's American, just like you." Jayce informs the man.
He nods.
"I can see that. She's beautiful. Do we know each other, doll?" He asks me, quietly.
I shake my head, hastily. We've never met. But Jayce blurting out that am American doesn't do well for me. A lot of Americans know me, because of Malachi. Am just hoping he's one of the other Americans, who don't know me.
"Where do you live in America?" He asks me.
I search my brain for the best answer. Malachi said low profile.
"Connecticut." I lie.
