A low voice in your earpiece broke through the anxiety swirling round your mind. You tilted your head in response.

“I’ve got eyes on you. Deep breaths.”

You couldn't see him, but you knew he could see you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, scanning the crowd before your attention gets pulled by a stare from a man across the room. Security. Gaze alternated between him and the crowd ahead. You turned around, speaking low.

"Simon, we have company."

"Deal with it upstairs. I’m watching."