Davina's POV
Right after we finished eating, we stepped outside.
I stretched, releasing a quiet sigh as the cool air brushed against my skin. My belly felt pleasantly full, the satisfying kind that comes from a really good meal.
Yeah, I'd truly savored every bite. "What's next?" Chase asked, scanning the unfamiliar street around us.
Mom appeared to be thinking. "Maybe we should get clothes first?"
Before anyone could respond, someone behind us coughed softly.
We all spun around together.
A woman stood there, likely in her late forties, wearing a crisp suit with a warm smile. She didn't seem dangerous, just surprising.
"Excuse me," she started, giving a small wave. "Hi, I'm Emilie. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation inside," she said with an embarrassed smile. "Sounds like you're new here and need somewhere to stay?"
