The Cover-up Plan

As I set Frostina down on one of the booths, her long white hair cascading over the edge of the seat like a snowdrift, I couldn't help but sigh. This night was turning into way more of a hassle than I bargained for. Miratsuka and Niao were laid out on the chairs next to her, still fast asleep. The deep sleep spell I'd cast on them earlier should keep them out for a while longer, but I didn't want to push my luck. Frostina in particular looked like she'd wake up just to be annoyed at me on principle.

Just as I was adjusting Frostina's arm to make her look a little less... awkward, I heard the familiar creak of the restaurant's front door opening.

I glanced up, ready to give Pierce some instructions when—great. It wasn't Pierce.