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tofurky, which is tofu made to look like turkey. I use a mixture of tofu and turkey s o you get a variety of proteins and tastes!”
    He beamed back at me.
    “Wonderful…”
    “We’re taking off now. See you back home!”
    “Okay…” I nodded in response, ignoring how the way he said “home” made a nervous jolt run through me. Instead, my mind raced through all the fast food places available from here to the house.
    Felix gleefully spun on his heels but quickly stopped , add ing from over his shoulder , “Oh yes …Godzilla over there …” He nodded toward Rufus. “ He a sked me to mention he’s making hamburge rs , if you want any of those too . ” He rolled his eyes and shrugged , as if he couldn’t understand why.
    I heard his car’s engine thunder to life a few minutes later, just as t he twenty-something guy ha d moved back into the crowd. I sat patiently watching the last of the bustling tourists pass by , in no hurry whatsoever to rush home and smell tofu and turkey sizzling in the same pan.
    By the time the din in The Square had quieted and the last of the tourists disappeared down a side street , I began to feel it .
    The h air rose up on the back of my neck – just as it had the day before , just as it had at lunch today . I drew in a frustrated breath and scanned the crowd , looking for the reason .
    Slowly, the sensation grew more intense causing goos e bumps to rise on my arms, peaking when my eyes landed on him.
    The one dressed in the yellow and black leather rider suit was on his bike again watching me . A security guard approached him , b ut before they could interact , the guy took off down the street with dirt and exhaust kicking up behind him.
    He was back a few minutes later and the hair on my neck began to steadily ris e again , growing higher with each step he took as he arrogantly strolled toward me . He removed his helmet , and I could see he had dark brown hair that hung to his shoulders and the type of chiseled good looks I’d seen only on GQ models. He had striking clear blue eyes which bore into me as he stopped just behind my customer chair.
    His stare especially unnerved me. It was unavoidable and contradict ed his cheerful demeanor. While his jovial expression told me to relax, his feverishly concentrated eyes sent a silent alarm through me.
    “Ello,” he said with an Australian accent . T he goose bumps rose higher. His broad smile told me that he had no idea how his presence made me react. “Will ya take one mo’ customer today?”
    I assessed him for a m oment longer than I would others because of the affect his presence had on me and his oddly intent gaze . D espite my best efforts, I couldn’t rationally find anything wrong with him. It was easy to believe that he was just another tourist with a quirky manner.
    Besides, there were still a few straggling v endors left in case something did happen.
    “Come on…” he said with a beguiling tone. “I promise not to be a problem customer .”
    I gave in, lifting a shoulder in a half shrug. “ Sure .”
    He eagerly took a seat in the chair opposite me, throwing his green canvas bag down with amazing precision right next to mine.
    Later, I wished I would have paid more attention to its position.
    “My name’s Sharar. ”
    “I figured.”
    His eyes widened in surprise at my response .
    I glanced toward the necklace lying against his chest. I could see the name clearly now and pointed to it.
    “That’s good. You’re good. I j ust returned from Taipei . Ever been there? Taipe i ?” He kept talking without waiting for an answer. “Bloody hot down thea. Got used to it though. ”
    “I guess that would explain why you’re not affected by the heat here,” I said when he paused. He gawked back at me in surprise. “Your jacket…and leather… neither is conducive to today’s temperature , yet you’re not even breaking a sweat.”
    Sharar’s face lit up and he tossed his head back to release a long, loud laugh.