Eyes

For the time being, there were only a handful of patrons in the bar, which was alone on a beach, miles from any other structure.
Rock sat at a long, weathered wooden table with two strangers, both of whom said a very popular local musician was on the way and would draw a large crowd, and, sure enough, a crowd soon began to build.
Among it was a young man and wife Rock had known for years. They arrived with a middle-aged man who looked as if he had spent much of his life on the ocean. His ruddy face was chiseled by years of sun and wind, and he wore old cutoff jeans faded nearly to white and a tattered yellow T-shirt.
After it became apparent to the man that the couple he arrived with were friendly acquaintances of Rock's, he apparently felt comfortable opening up. "My wife just said she thought you had evil eyes," he told Rock.
Everyone laughed. "There's nothing evil about this man," the young husband said.
"That could help me," Rock said. "Maybe it will lower people's expectations."