"Who are you, really?" Emily asked the doll face lady staring at her now.
She had moved her outside of the restaurant, on the walkway, outside where the crowd were...in case she didn't trust the lady.
"M-my name is...Kira. I'm, uh, we shouldn't talk here."
"Or what? People are following us?"
"Listen, I was forced to do that. Embarrass him...Jake Clinton."
Emily frowned. "By who?"
"I can't say--"
"Oh you better say, right now." Thunder came with her voice.
"Uh, did you notice a lady there? The one that came to, the slightly chubby woman that cut off the whole scene? She came to meet me. She paid me to cause a scene here. She also knew that you two would be meeting in this particular restaurant!"
"This doesn't make sense. Please just leave already--"
