Do I Know You?

There I squatted at the semi dive bar, where they played music six out of seven days a week. There were few folks seated here post Christmas Day with the usual chatter which may have been silence. Nothing of importance, or rather borderline triviality. Talking for the sake of being heard, or just an effort to beat loneliness by using their voices to feel like they were having a conversation with someone -anyone. Surely the the sour draft beer flowing through the ancient taps helped loosen the tongue.
There was along with this crew of non-descript chatterheads a silent man. He sat three wood chipped stools to my right. The bearded guy with scraggly bushy hair was hunched over his 16 ounce “take-out” coffee container. I never noticed him lift the cup to his mouth. What I did clearly see was his piercing eyes like sharpened darts look directly at me when I would glance up from my phone. This character would quickly dart his eyes away from direct contact as soon as I looked up. Yet it was clear he was staring at me. I had never seen this cat in his faded leather jacket before. He tried to come off as a good spy.
There he was though with those penetrating black eyes looking dead at me again. Why? Why me?

TBC