She glanced over my head, then did a double take before sitting down and leaning in. "Do you know Adam?"
I shook my head. "Who?"
"Adam DeRis, the guy down the back. Don't look now, but he's staring at you."
I felt red heat climb slowly up my neck, stinging as it passed over my scar. I ached to turn and look.
"I don't know anybody here."