They all sat beneath one of the large umbrellas, waiting for the play to begin. The evening breeze brushed past the tables, carrying the low murmur of other theatergoers.
They already had their tickets, so all they had to do was wait.
The silence stretched on for so long that anyone passing by would've thought they were complete strangers. Nobody moved a muscle, their bodies locked in stiff, uncomfortable positions around the round table as the air grew thick with tension.
Faye looked at Bambi, then at Beam. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two girls, her chest rising and falling with short, quiet breaths.
Beam had a wolf-cut hairstyle.
So did Bambi, except hers was black and glossy instead of blonde. The layers fell around their faces in the exact same edgy pattern, catching the bright light of the nearby lamps.
Beam wore a watch.
So did Bambi. The bands gleamed on their left wrists as they rested their arms against the table surface.
