"Because that would alert Lucas Walker," Ivana looked sideways at Ivana Bennett, "From what I know about him, he's probably looking for us right now."
Ivana studied his face, "You don't seem worried at all?"
"Worried?" Ivana chuckled lightly, "What is there to worry about?"
Ivana puckered her lips, "Can you really handle the both of us on your own?"
"Ha…" Ivana laughed, "That's what makes it fun, isn't it?"
"Perhaps!" Ivana stood up, stretching in a yawn, "But... I really need to get some sleep now."
With that, she turned around, making as if to leave.
As she walked past his chair, she suddenly reached out, her fingernail flicking the napkin she had hidden in her sleeve earlier.
Ivana instinctively ducked, and the restaurant napkin darted straight to the back of his chair.
