Lila
"Oh no!" Lila laughed. "What happened?" she kept her voice down because the restaurant was very high end, with white tablecloths, and uniformed staff. The only sounds in the room were clinking glasses and silverware. She stifled her laughter so they wouldn't draw attention.
Across from her, Chris lounged in his chair, his plate pushed slightly forward, but she noticed he'd perfectly placed his knife and fork across it to indicate he was finished.
He had manners, he just chose when to use them.
"We pretended we'd known all along. And the guy was so scared, he just confirmed it all for us. We handed him over to the Police and—get this—he thanked them for coming to get him. He thought we were there to kill him!"
Lila shook her head and sighed. "You know when I joined this company I never imagined it would be so... colorful."
