Ayra finished her morning preparation and went down to do the dishes from last night. Devin didn’t even stay long enough to have his share. She was mad at him but not enough to keep him hungry on purpose.
“Well, guess I’ll have to explore the city alone.” She shrugged off the sudden feeling of loneliness that came over her. “Whatever happened to Frieda anyway?” She remembered their encounter last night.
As she stepped into the living room, two girls stood there arguing. Frieda and the one who stole Devin's phone.
“Thinking about it, they kinda look alike,” Ayra mumbled. She wanted to walk past them and pretend like she didn’t hear or see anything. Her plan was going smoothly and she was almost at the kitchen when she heard Devin's name in the argument. Immediately, she got intrigued
