Dala stared at the place Misha had been sitting, shocked. Oh, Orphen can be so... uncomforting... she thought, regretting it as soon as it came to her. He seems so... dark, but not evil. Certainly not...
Ceecee bustled over. "Oh!! Where is the juice girl who sounds like she's in my head?"
"She... she had to go. She may return," Dala lied hastily. "She didn't say what she wanted to eat, though."
"Oh, okay. What will you all be having?"
Dala stared at the wine she had ordered, untouched and murky, and her appetite ebbed away. "Uh... veggies and dip?"
Ceecee stared at her. "Are you okay? You usually order piles of food!!"
"Oh, I'm perfectly fine. Maybe a little tired..." Dala mumbled.
Ceecee turned to the men. "And you?"
Mary sighed. She was at the location of Ceecee's restaurant, but she couldn't see it.
Micheal stepped forward. "I see it, now!! It's an illusion!!"
Mary blinked. Was it true? She, too, stepped toward the blank wall, and soon the aroma of wonderful scents came to her. A neon sign reading 'Ceecee's' appeared, and a whole restaurant took form behind the windows. "What magic is this?" she wondered aloud as she entered the building.
Inside, Mary and her brother were directed to a table next to a long-faced man with chocolate coloured hair, a bright-faced young woman with blonde pigtails, and a blonde boy who repetively sighed. "Odd trio, eh?" she whispered to her brother.