“So you’re filming me without permission?”
“I’m documenting something that happened in a public place.”
“You have no right.”
“I have every right.”
She looked around the restaurant.
“Does anyone actually care?”
Someone answered immediately.
“I do.”
It was the older woman who had offered her lunch.
“So do I,” the man near the window added.
Another customer raised a hand.
“I saw everything.”
The woman rolled her eyes.
“Oh, please.”
Daniel never looked away from her.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“You don’t have to.”
He smiled politely.
“Someone watching has probably already recognized you.”
For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.
She recovered almost immediately.
“Fine. My name is Celeste.”
