After what felt like an eternity of frantic thoughts, an idea struck Amelia. She recalled reading about Angel shots—a discreet way to alert bartenders that someone felt unsafe. If ordered, the bartender would know to intervene or call for help without drawing attention.
Amelia considered asking for an Angel shot, but she hesitated. If she knew about it, Jonathan might, too. She couldn’t risk him catching on; she had to be subtle. Her heart raced as she mulled over how to execute the plan without arousing suspicion.