"We're finally here!" Linda exclaimed excitedly as she peered out of the window.
She squirmed around and clutched her rumbling stomach.
"It feels like my tummy's gonna eat itself if I don't give it food in two seconds."
"Stop being dramatic, and besides who fault is it that we got here an hour late?" Oliver asked as he handed the driver some money.
Linda pouted her lips and followed Oliver as he got out of the taxi.
"It wasn't my fault detective."
"That was a rhetorical question."
Linda crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him.
"I had to take a lot of time getting ready. Looking this good isn't easy y'know."
