While her avatar was negotiating with Irina on the other side of the city, Arabel was sitting with Darkia at the Moonshade Pies eatery.
"Tell me honestly, are you following me somehow, Darkia?" Arabel finally asked after a long silence.
"Oh, and why did you come to that conclusion?" tilted Darkia's head.
"It's simple, you always end up where I'm going, as if you know in advance where I'm going."
"For example, now."
"It can't just be a coincidence that you came here to eat right before I arrived, as if you knew I'd be here soon."
"It's been a long day, but the time you chose doesn't even match lunch time."
"It's just a coincidence," Darkia said, and continued eating.
"I don't think so," Arabel countered, convinced that Darkia was watching her in some way. She couldn't figure out exactly how this was happening or how serious it was.
