Nicole sighed and leaned her hands on the counter as she felt Jason looking at her. “What?” She turned to him, her eyebrows raised. It has been five minutes since Alina and her group came into the bar. She could see all the curious gazes being thrown their way from the people in the bar. With their expensive clothing and bags, and the way their faces kept screwing when someone passed close to their table it was obvious they didn’t belong there.
“I am just curious, that’s all,” Jason replied as he worked the keg, filling up a jar before passing it on to the servers. He turned his back to the bar and folded his arms, his muscles bulging through his t-shirt. “They are definitely not for this crowd. They look like a sore thumb sitting there.”
Nicole shook her head, her eyes going to the gro
