Billy only heard half of what Mark said. For as troubled as he was by the comment, that camera may as well have been a live grenade dropped on the table for the way he looked at it. Talking to a random stranger was one thing, but if he was caught on camera...wait. Why was this guy suddenly filming? Was he press, after all? Some twisted paparazzi? If that camera swung his way, he was doomed.

Frantically, he shoved his sunglasses back down onto his face and got up from the table. He muttered a quick "I have to go," and got to his feet, almost upending his half finished coffee in the process. He strode toward the door, trying to keep his pace casual and not rushed, holding the magazine between his face and Mark's camera. He needed to get back before Higgins returned from his meeting, anyway.