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"Who are you?" Vanessa slowly urged me behind her. "Unlock that door, now."
The man wore black pants and a white dress shirt. I recognized him. He was the waiter with a friendly smile who had been walking around with drinks all night.
With light brown hair and green eyes, he leaned his head to the side as he studied us as if he was calculating exactly how big of a threat the two of us could pose to him. Immediately, I could see the cruel intent in his eyes. It was a look I had seen so many times before in my life. A look that never meant anything good.
"Listen, asshole," Vanessa started, "you better open that fucking door right now, or you'll end up with your balls in your brain."
"Relax, bitch. I'm not here for you." He sneered her way before looking at me. "I'm here for you… Jane Doe."