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Gasping, I let out, "That's rather sad. Ian wanted to take Rachel out for dinner. What a bummer."
Poking my shoulder with his index finger, he murmured, "Me thinks you have bigger fish to fry, or worry about... you get my point."
Clicking my tongue, I replied, "I don't, really. What's the worst that could happen? The search will be fruitless. There's no way they will know it's me."
"Are you sure about that?" he questioned, gently holding my arm to stop me from moving. "You said it yourself that you were almost caught at the restaurant when they started this witch hunt... yeah, pun intended."
Now maintaining eye contact, I said, "Jonathan, there's nothing to worry about. I promise you, I will be fine. They will get bored of this stupid search and go back to cosplaying Royalties.
