Jenna huffed angrily as she got off the bus, frustrated that her conversation with Sergei's father had taken her so long. She hoped that she would be able to find them quickly. The perturbed she-wolf strode down the boardwalk, looking for the group. She inhaled deeply and sighed, her stomach grumbling as the scents from the area's restaurants and tourist traps filled her nose. Making her way down the busier-than-expected sidewalk, she headed straight for the one place she was certain had the best food.
"Hello, how many?" greeted the hostess asked warmly.
"Does it look like there is anyone with me?" Jenna snapped. She hated that question. Why would they ask that when clearly there was no one else with her?
The hostess gave her a sweet smile, and said, "Come this way, then please." The
