Amy made sure that nobody she knew was following her, although she was more than sure that her shadow bodyguards were around. Not that it interested her at all, she had given up the idea of being conscious, after all they didn't even report to Jeff but watched over her safety. She checked right and left then walked a little bit more and got into the busy streets, pulling her hood over her head.
Mysteriously enough, Jeff's face popped in her head. She pushed back the thought, what was she even thinking of, had she gone mental? Yet, despite her struggles, Jeff's smirking face came into view. What was this, was she in love? No, it couldn't be love, since when, even if it was love, the last person she would be falling for was Jeff. He wasn't even her type or next to it.
