Natasha convinced that the coast was clear, began to type furiously on the phone. She had sighted Sugar holding it in her hand and, thus, getting it off her during the altercation.
She laughed inwardly at the thought of Sugar's frustration when she notices that her phone is missing.
She turned her back to the car, squatting, making sure that the phone light didn't give her away. One of the things she learned fast was to memorize digits. And, she had memorized Luca and Olivia's contacts, just in case. It was as if she knew that she might run into trouble.
Done typing Luca's number, Natasha thought briefly about how to arrange her train of thought. First, she wouldn't dare inform Luca that she had met Lorenzo. It was too soon to conclude.
What if this was an imposter, and she had just landed herself in more trouble by getting Lucas's hopes up? For all she knew, she was treading on thin ice, taking a risk she thought was worth it.
