"Sorry," a voice said.
I turned to face the petite brunette who had just tapped my shoulder.
“Sorry to bother you—but could I charge my phone here?”
“Of course!” Wine splashed onto my hand as I gestured to the nearest outlet. “Under that table," I said.
“Thanks so much," she said. "I’m on a job in the Bronx tonight. I would’ve been lost without my phone.”
I had been waiting to meet a friend of a friend, a girl named Alexis. I realized then that she had snuck up on me, and that I should have expected this, as Alexis spent a year working as a private eye.