Aliyah's POV
Days went by after the picnic. We went back to our normal lives. Yeah, the one where Tracy goes to the grocery store while I stay at the cafe all day.
It's not much fun, but it helps us stay low. They don't know who we are and will never find out where we're from.
Rich? No, we aren't. We are working class people striving to become citizens of Melbourne.
That's what we want them to believe, and what they've always believed.
“We’ll close early today, Lia. I'll leave first” the owner said and I bowed slightly with a smile.
“Spend the rest of your day nicely. Enjoy the date” I yelled after him.
He paused, facing me with an amused squinted gaze.
“What date?” He laughed.
“I know you're meeting up with someone, and I think it's a her. It's pretty much obvious” I wink
