This Shattered World by Amie Kaufman & Meagan Spooner
There’s a guy staring at me from the other end of the bar. I can only see him because I’m in the habit of leaning forward, elbows on the plastene surface, so I can see past the row of heads. From here I can keep an eye on the whole place by watching the bartender’s mirror overhead. And the guy I’m watching is using the same trick.
“Well you do think I’m a pretty high-grade moron.”