“It-It’s Luca.” She said in a small whisper.
“Oh, f**k, f**k!” Kiara ran her hand through her hair, in panic mode. “What the hell are we going to do?” She whispered, keeping her voice low.
“I don’t know, can you distract him?” Marissa asked, shoving her belongings into her bag and switching off the laptop, keeping that away as well. “Yeah, but just hurry, he’s heading over here, but I don’t think he can see me.”
Marissa picked up the last of it, “I’ll head out through the front door.”
“What about the bell?” Kiara’s eyes widened, as she noticed that Luca was almost right in front of them. “s**t, you’re right. I’ll figure something else out.”
“Okay,” Kiara stood up from her chair and moved into the next aisle close to the table, pretending to look through some fine china and antique gla
