What a waste of smooth, shaven legs, Gretel murmured.
"Kyla? It's Gretel again. Where the hell are you? I need you. This is the worst date I've ever been on. I'm literally falling asleep. I've considered smashing my head on the table a few times to keep awake. Unless you want me bloodied and bruised, I need you to call with a fake emergency. Call me back. Please."
Pressing end call, she blew out a frustrated breath as she stood outside the ladies' room in the dark hallway at the back of the restaurant.
"This won't do," she shook her head and dialed Tanaka. The beep sounded twice and her voice filled Gretel's ears.
"Thank God, you called, I'm in labor,"
"What?! Where are you? Are you okay? Where's--"
"--just kidding!" She laughed. "You've reached Tanaka Otaga's voicemail, please leave a message at the beep thingy."
