Jenna, a short woman of stature with pixie-cut blonde hair, sat cross-legged behind a corner table inside a renowned restaurant. In front of her are two other women, Este and Nicole. All three of them share the same thing at the moment, curiosity. They all weren't sure why they were there because the person who called them together hadn't arrived yet.
Este was busying herself by fixing her already fixed chestnut-colored hair. If not that, she would make a fuss with her makeup, or check if her lipstick is not smudged, or if her mascara is alright. Anything that she could see in her face, she would if not double, triple check them.
Nicole, on the other hand, kept glancing around. Particularly to the other people dining in the restaurant. Sometimes, her eyes would travel towards the servers who kept coming and going. She was anxious. All three of them are, actually.
Jenna decided to break the silence and leaned forward, propping herself atop the table.
