Chocolates… hehe.
Lola pursed her lips, pretending she wasn't giggling in her head. Snapping her eyes at the man across from her, she bit her tongue as her face contorted slightly.
"Is that fish mask necessary?" She asked the fish-headed Atlas, who was eating without a problem through the cut-out part of the mask's mouth area. "If no one knows your face, I think it's safe, right?"
"But they saw you already."
"Ah…" Lola rocked her head in understanding. "Right. I picked up the twins not long ago. I guess they would recognize me."
She glanced at the Summit Partners' cafeteria, catching some people looking in their direction. They remembered her for sure. What she didn't realize was that no one was staring because they knew her, but because she—in that horrendous getup—and the fish-headed guy just stood out too much.
"Eat your food," he said, continuing his meal. "I still have a meeting with the NL Group and some people I can't cancel."
