Travis'

“And who are you?” Mr. Alvarez threw the question at me, before I could even make a sound or a movement.

God knows a lot of lies danced in my mind right this moment. None of which could save me from this pressure.

I should have stuck something on my chest to give the breasts impression. That way they could tell whoever this is.

“Are you coming to sit down or what?” Another man questioned.

I nodded forward and took a step.

“I asked," Who are you?” Mr. Alvarez asked again. This time his teeth were clenched and he spoke, revealing anger.

“I’m…” it was at this moment I...