My <br />name’s Travis. Travis Maddox.” <br />I rolled my eyes. “I know who you are.” <br />“You do, huh?” Travis said, raising his wounded <br />eyebrow. <br />“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s hard not to notice when fifty <br />drunks are chanting your name. “ <br />Travis sat up a bit taller. “I get that a lot.” I rolled my <br />eyes again, and Travis chuckled. “Do you have a <br />twitch?” <br />“A what?” <br />“A twitch. Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughed <br />again when I glared at him. “Those are some amazing eyes <br />though,” he said, leaning just inches from my face.