Cole sat there, swirling his glass of red wine, looking like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Makiko was beside him, silent and unsure, her mind racing with thoughts. Things had gone sideways, and neither of them was in a particularly cheerful mood.
In a hushed voice, Makiko asked, "Cole, what do we do next?" This trip to the States couldn't just fall apart like this. They were here for something important.
"For now, we lay low, keep our heads down," Cole replied, his voice calm but firm.
Makiko wasn't one to shy away from taking the initiative, but with Cole, she was willing to follow his lead. "Alright, Cole. If you say we lay low, that's what we'll do."
"Makiko, when I say lay low, I mean in every way possible. You've taken care of the loose ends, but are you absolutely sure you weren't noticed?"
Makiko's heart skipped a beat as she realized the full weight of Cole's words. "I got it," she nodded, understanding.
She got up and headed to the bathroom. As she looked at the curling iron on the counter, her eyes hardened with determination.
...
Leah had just finished her sketch and handed it to Josefina. "This is what I saw. It was pretty dark, so I can't say for sure if it's spot-on."
Josefina glanced at the drawing and tucked it safely into her bag. "You need to stay put and heal up. Once you're better, find somewhere quiet to lay low until things blow over."
Leah huffed, her stubbornness evident. "I am not running away! I’m going to find this person and give her a taste of her own medicine—tenfold!"
Luke chimed in with a teasing tone, "Oh sure, talking big is easy, isn't it?"
Leah shot him a look that could kill, "Shut up!"


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