Claire's fingers tapped idly on a bag that I assume contains a laptop, after the mother left us. Not before she whispered in the teens ear to call her the moment she feels unwelcome, in danger, of just weird at all.
> I did offer for her to stay… or at least have dinner out in the main area while we did in here, but I wonder why she did not take that bait? <
"So, that was some heavy-duty oversale of our personalities, Miss Lomdi."
"I did not lie or embellish in the slightest. Did I?"
The glasses wearing assistant - who had dressed down a little but still looked very office-time stiff - sat next to me with Zoé on the other side of her. In nice clothes and fidgeting with a menu.
Across the table the dynamic was surprisingly similar. The human seamstress was surrounded by a pair of werewolves that had also dressed for a night out.
> And I am supposed to be the model here, isn't that right, friend? <
