Soon, Lola and Slater reached an old convenience store. They pulled over to the side of the road, with her staring at the store intently.
"Uh…" Slater cleared his throat. "What are we looking at?"
"Shhh." She hushed, not taking her eyes off the store. "Quiet. I can't see properly."
Slater zipped his mouth and narrowed his eyes at the store. "You know, I'm quite good at spying on people."
But she ignored him, taking it as his usual nonsense. A second later, she perked up as she saw someone walk out. There, walking out was Cedrick, carrying bags of black trash bags.
"Stay right here," she muttered in a hurry, unbuckling her seatbelt.
"But—" Slater bit his tongue as she looked back, pointing a finger at it.
Lola circled her pointy finger at him to make a point. "Slater, the last thing I want is to get smothered to death by your fans. I don't want attention, and that face of yours, even if you cover it, will garner unnecessary attention."
