Nicole's POV

When the woman spoke to me and asked my name, all my senses immediately went on high alert.

No one there asked my name.

Working as a waitress in that place meant being invisible. Moving between the tables, making sure the glasses were always full, without ever drawing attention.

But that woman was different.

Her first question had been my name.

I could feel her eyes on me, attentive and observant, following my every move. She was analyzing me, trying to get closer.

For