"You look silly, my dear."
"Shh," Prisana put a hand to her lips. "This is the best spot in the house!"
The best spot in the house in general was underneath the bar table counter where Bailey and other servers stood. She was growing tired and bored of waiting. The VIP guests already began to shuffle out and now there were only a few lingering. Prisana yawned as she looked up at the clock. There was only a good fifteen minutes left.
A part of her felt relived yet a part felt angsty as her beast was taking too long to come and chase her. The more time went by, the more she grew agitated thinking he must have forgotten about her. What was more important than her?
She sighed. Of course, it must be work.
