Zara Zane subconsciously patted her pocket. After confirming she had them, she said, "Yeah, I've got some. Regular ones, will that do?"
'But who are they for? Aren't we the only three girls here?'
Sherry Underwood nodded and reached out to grab her. "That's perfect. We're in an unfamiliar place, so come with me. I'll feel safer if there are two of us."
Hearing this, the girl who had her arm around Zara Zane's shoulder also stood up. "She's right, we don't know this area. I'll go with you two. It'll be safer that way."
"No, no, two of us is enough. You stay here and watch our stuff." Sherry Underwood immediately shot down the suggestion, waving her hands dismissively before grabbing Zara Zane and running toward the public restrooms.
Her panicked footsteps, guilty eyes, and tense expression all looked incredibly suspicious.
The girl watched them run off, frowning in confusion. 'Something feels weird about this.'
Just then, three motorcycles skidded to a halt in front of her.
