She had come twenty minutes early, but he was already there. He sat in a corner booth with a view of the street and the entrance. Watching her. She forced a smile and walked unsteadily down the aisle beside the counter. The points of her heels clicked on the nicotine-stained linoleum. Sliding into the booth across from Javier, she nodded hello. He had short black hair and flawless brown skin. Every time they'd met, Letty thought of that saying, Eyes are windows to the soul. Because Javier's weren't. They didn't reveal anything--so clear and blue they seemed fake. Like a pair of rhinestones, with nothing human behind them.