The restaurant was reverently quiet- even though whispered conversation fluttered in the air- indicating the prestige associated with its policy. The chairs and tables has small rounded booths that provided privacy for the users.
Siena and Romero were there at about seven pm to eat dinner, Romero having blackmailed Siena to eat out that night. Thankfully, the set-up was private enough and the lights dim enough to suit Siena's needs.
She had worn her previous disguise but had changed her dress. She wore jeans, and a hoodie over a black tank top. Her pseudo-medicated glasses were still on.
"You can take off your dork glasses now," Romero said. "It's so dim here no one could possibly recognize you."
"I'm beginning to like the glasses," Siena replied.
Romero shrugged and motioned for the
