From The Grey House:
Tony laughed. “No worries. Buy you a drink or something?”
“Um…” She wanted to turn the talk to something else and looked around to see if anyone else was close by. A noise in the distance caught her attention but faded too quickly. “Not really a drinker.” She turned back to him. “You don’t really seem to be either.”
They stared at each other for a moment before he put his drink down. “This doesn’t feel like a social call anymore.”
The noise came again, and Natalia’s breath caught. The patio was fenced off but faced an alley. The fence was shoulder high and was only there to keep people from wandering into the alley with a drink in hand. There were voices coming down the alley and she could now hear them.
“You’re sure he’s here?” The gruff voice chided.
“Yes. Check his Facebook.” This voice was younger.
“I don’t even understand what you said.”