"You're Namora's kid, right?"
Interrupting the conversation the three were having, a woman in a long red skirt, a harness with bejewelled white buckles and a white blouse stood at the table. She had an hourglass figure and a hand on her waist as she leaned a little left.
Her jet-black hair was tied up in a messy bun, but the seamless makeup and gem earrings made it seem intentionally messy. "Depends who's asking," Fumeko replied with a squint.
"It is you then," she pulled up a chair and sat with the backrest facing them. She crossed arms and rested her chin on the chair. One arm she put out, "Detective Rosemary Chesire; pleasure."
Fumeko warily shook across the plates of finished deserts.
"How did you find us…?" Asobi held her wand and leaned back against the wall, while Tiffany looked confused.
"Trade secret. You're all off to South End, right?"
"Did a bird tell you?" Fumeko raised a brow.
"Did the bird lady tell you?"
