The door opened again behind me, and I felt the looming presence of Scott at my back. Instantly, the feel of the place—the strange dynamic that you can always feel, if you're tuned in closely enough to your instincts—changed. I couldn't believe that the locals of Cheeseburger in Paradise knew Scott personally, but they had to recognize what he was, if not precisely who: a bodyguard, and a very competent one. I could feel the shift as the patrons quickly reoriented their perceptions of me.