Beads of sweat rolled down her neck. Her cheeks grew paler as her hands lost warmth.
“Hey, who is that? She’s not a regular.”
“Uh oh, the mommy’s little girl’s about to cry …”
“Don’t be rude, Pat. Hey, newbie! Want some? Try this. It’s great.”
“Come on … As if she will take it.” He smirked.
The next second, she turned around, put on a mask, painted a fake smile and faced them shouting, “Give me it.”
Her left hand slid slowly into her sling bag to secure her ID badge and gave herself a shot.