Bianca noticed the sudden tension that seemed to have taken hold of those present. Because of the jazz band's music, she had not heard Amber's words and was trying to find out the source of the general unease.
Suddenly, she let out a small, high-pitched scream and crouched head down behind the bar. She had kept her hands on the counter but had to put one on her heart to calm herself.
Amber and the girl leaned over, trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
"Is everything okay, Bianca?" asked Amber.
"Oh, la la!" It's Mr. Fantastic!" she said in a high-pitched voice, her cheeks red and her eyes sparkling.
Amber and the girl gave each other a quizzical look before turning to the last area Bianca had looked at earlier. When they saw who was standing there, they automatically looked do
