The Cost Of Security. Chapter Two.

Thank you, again.”
Xavier turned and smiled at her, placing two glasses on the tabletop as he began making the drinks. I didn’t mean to ah, hit you there.”
The man smiled wider at her, replying with a voice that sent small shivers down Synthia’s spine,
“It’s not a problem. “What can I get ya sugar?”
The synthetic voice issued from in front of Synthia, tinged with a heavy dose of femininity. But I can see that I intrigue you, yes?”
Synthia felt her face flush again, knowing by now that her face must have been a beacon even in comparison to the bright lights flashing throughout the club. For people like us…” he touched his face just below the eye “we tell them apart using ultraviolet light.”
Synthia stared around at the walls, desperate to know what hidden messages were surrounding her as Xavier opened a door, leading into what was clearly his apartment.