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Case of the green eyed monster
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Chapter 8: The case of the green eyed monster.
“You sure you wanna do this?”
Kagome paused as she pursed her lips. She taps her right index finger on one temple, closing her eyes. Jakotsu sits next to his friend silently, still slurping noisily while consuming a steaming hot bowl of yakisoba.
“Anytime this century Kagome.” Remarked Sango sarcastically as the research scientist adjusts the hem of the royal blue dress the now transformed youkai-Kagome now wore.
Kagome opens her eyes slowly, taking a deep and soothing breath, she turns toward her long time friend. “As sure as I'll ever be.” She smirked, her eyes casting a dreamy look. The amorous glint in her eyes was noticed by the playful Jakotsu. Not one to let a possible gossip get away, he puts down his dinner leaning close to Kagome.
“I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
Kagome blinks, oblivious to what Jakotsu was referring to. Sango listens intently, suddenly perceiving that the wily Jakotsu had caught onto something that 'she' apparently had not. Her ears twitching impatiently at Kagome's answer.
“I-I've no idea what you're going on about.” Denied Kagome off-handedly.
“Ohhh, I think you do.” Grinned Jakotsu.
Kagome's face blushes.
'He knows?'
“Yes my dear! I can read the features in your face quite clearly.” He continued.
“You're crazy!” Scoffed Kagome, crossing both arms across her chest.
“I beg to differ.” Cut in Sango, noting the faint coloring in Kagome's cheeks. “Spill it!”
Kagome sighs heavily in defeat, inwardly admitting to herself the two stubborn mules in front of her will never give her a moment's peace until she relates her 'secret'. She relented warily.
“ithinki'mfallingforhim.” She mumbled incoherently.
“Eh?” Gawked Jakotsu and Sango.
Knock. Knock.
“Gah hahaha! Must be my date! Gotto run! ..... Oh and remember the plan ne? Thanks! Bye!”
Slam.
With Kagome gone, the two accomplices looked at each other in frustration.
“Damn! I thought we had her that time!” Bellowed a twitching Jakotsu.
“You obliviously know something more than me, spill it gay lord!”
“Are you that dense?” asked Jakotsu as his shocked expression further incited Sango's blood to boil.
Sango narrowed her eyes threateningly, her long bangs obscuring her shadowed eyes. She cracks her knuckles audibly creating a rather unpleasant sound.
“Oh fine! Sour puss!” Jakotsu sticks out his tongue at Sango. “You'll never find a man to marry you that way! You'll just end up like a scrawny sour plum! Hmp!”
Sango never flinches her eyes remain locked onto Jakotsu. “You done drama queen? Cause if you are-you better start talking now or I'll subscribe your picture and private number to all the single ladies compiled in my research database.
Jakotsu's eyes widened like saucers. “You brute!”
“I've been called worse, now TALK!”
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Kagome sashayed in circles around the hotel foyer, her nerves were frayed. 'I can't be feeling this, I mustn't fall for him ..' She argued within herself.
“Takara.”
'Eep!' “Sesshoumaru-sama!.. You startled me.” She smiled.
“In deep thought I see.”
“Ah, kind of..... Thank you so very much for the roses, they were beautiful.”
He grinned, flashing his white fangs. “What troubles you beloved?”
Kagome's face fell. 'So his heart belongs to Takara after all.'
Sesshoumaru noted the despondent air about her. He does not like it. He wanted to relish in her happiness, her sad features oddly enough, troubled him greatly and for him such melancholy display seemed rather unbecoming of her lovely vibrant face.
“You must be hungry Little One. Come.”
The Taiyoukai took her hand, slipping her slender arm to entwine around his bicep as they walked toward the waiting limousine.
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After twenty minutes of casual conversation, they arrived in the very exclusive Heian Ryoin. The establishment itself was divided onto two parts. On the left side, the more traditional Japanese restaurant with authentic Heian dishes and beverage. The right side was upgraded to an ultra modern club, complete with glass tiles on the floor. Under which , strategically positioned lazers rickeshay off carefully concealed mirrors. Giving a lazer light show of which no other club had been graced with.
Takara noted the jealous glares the other women gave her. She paid them no heed knowing stating inwardly that it was she who was with Sesshoumaru.
As the Maitre'd sat them down their secluded table. Takara excused herself to go to the restrooms.
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“Dammit Jakotsu, get that Beehive hairdo outta my face!” Grumbled Sango swatting irritably at the mass of hair currently obstructing her view.
“Sango, you got my gear?”
“Heh? Yea.. (looking at Kagome's odd expression).. What's wrong with you?”
“N-nothing!”
Sango continued to eyeball her with suspicion.
“Oh for goodness sake, just give me the bag.” Huffed Kagome.
“Testy!” Gasped Jakotsu. “You're not getting hormonal are you?”
Kagome pinned him with a cold glare, “just make sure you both know remember what to do.” She scowled before huffing away.
“Yep definitely PMS!” Sighed Jakotsu fanning himself with his carefully manicured nails.
{:o) PMS as in 'Putting up with Men Sh't'
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'Pull yourself together girl! You can do this!' Kagome cheered inwardly. Four miniature versions of herself complete with short skirts and pompoms jump up and down in her mind's eye, cheering her on. She takes a relaxing breath as she approaches Sesshoumaru's table.
“I hope I'm not too late!”
Sesshoumaru turned to her. “Where is Takara?”
“She uh passed me by, an urgent call came through and she said she had to take it, but it could take awhile.”
“Hn.”
“So... would you like to go to the other side?”
“This Sesshoumaru will not be debasing himself in public by attending such frivolous place.” He muttered drily.
“Awwww, come on! Don't tell me Sesshy-poo is afraid?” Taunted Kagome, a spark of mischief twinkling in her eyes.
“You utter foolishness woman!”
“Better a fool than coward.”
The Western Lord snarled, baring his fangs threateningly at the obvious jab in his warrior's virtue and honor.
“This Sesshoumaru is not afraid of anything!” He barked lowly.
“Prove it.” Teased Kagome.
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“Ohhh this is my favorite song!...Come on let's dance.” Offered Kagome, batting her eyelashes at him.
“This Sesshoumaru most certainly will not.”
“Suit yourself!” Shrugged Kagome.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“I'm going to dance.”
Justin Timberlake's song 'Sexyback' booms on the dance floor. The base thumping and rocking the room as it bounces across the walls. Dim lighting accentuating the writhing bodies dancing in tune with the bouncy rhythm.
'Come make me make up for the things you lack,
cause you're burnin' up, I gotto get it fast.
Sesshoumaru raises one inquisitive eyebrow as Kagome glides across the expanse of the floor in a grand flourish of swirling hips, inciting the male population of the room to loosen their ties and openly devour her pliant and supple body with their eyes.
'Dirty babe,
you see the shackles baby
on this slave,
I'll let you whip me when I misbehave,
it's just that no one makes me feel this way.'
Kagome wiggled her hips and swirled her hair. Her exotic dance driving the males to pant, hypnotized at the erotic way she gyrated her hips in a very suggestive manner. Her eyes half lidded , her lips quivering and slightly parted.
“Scandalous!” Reproved Sesshoumaru with disdain, and yet curiously enough, he could not find the strength to pull his eyes away from her dance. Smouldering hungered looks from the males, was enough to drive the twitching Taiyoukai to his wits end. He growled viciously in a low pitch, something only the youkai in the room were able to discern. And those that did immediately vacated the room in fear.
'Come here girl,
come to the back,
VIP
drinks on me,
you see?
What cha jerking with?
Look at those hips,
you make me smile,
come here child.
Kagome's dance became bolder. Her graceful and provocative movements slowly breaking down the Western Lord's cold resolve. Each swish of her hips went down to settle in his loins, creating an ache so deep, he labored hard to drown the heated growls that continually escaped his locked jaw. His eyes narrowed in a predatory manner when Kagome's sudden pose provided ample view of her creamy breasts. Pert nipples thrust up ward as if to challenge him, demanding attention from his clawed hands. He tenses. His claws puncturing through the metal tables, deep gouges with jagged edges that testified to the Taiyoukai's obvious desire. Heated blood coursed through his veins, and still the tasty female morsel enticed him further, his deep hunger bordering on fanatical obsession.
The song, ingraining in his mind, adding more fuel to his fire. This fevered state of insatiable lust, he had never felt before. The aroused state of every male in the room goading him further to claim this female. He threw one contempteous glare around him-a silant warning that clearly meant only one thing- Leave or die.
'If that's your girl,
better watch your back.'
Somewhere between the repeating chorus and bridge, the once stoic Lord, succumbed to the spell of the lust that consumed his whole being. Wordlessly, he stalked his prey. Through crimson haze, his eyes locked onto his target.
The oblivious Kagome continued her dance, ignorant of the Inu Lord's lust filled hunger for her. She had thought it strange that no one danced with her, and it may well be a figment of her imagination but the area where she danced loomed larger and more empty as though the other people in the dance floor simply left. The music continued to play even as the dj departed. 'Curious.' Thought she.
The reason for the crowd's odd behavior made itself known soon enough, when she feels her back suddenly grabbed roughly from behind, then slammed onto a wall of rock hard muscle. Her breathing hitched up, as a smooth, flawless hand tattooed with magenta bracelets, ran possessively around her middle. The claws prickling lightly through the thin material of her dress, raking gently across the flat plane of her abdomen. She shivered in response, sucking a sharp intake of breath as the elegant clawed hand continued to stroke her. She bit her lip, each graze sending a jolt of desire coursing through her. Such delicious torture wrecked havoc in her senses. She thought she never been felt such delicious torture, moaning softly as if to plead to her captor that it be prolonged.
His claws so dangerous and yet so gentle. The way he held her in his arms. The subtle language only their bodies understood. He knew he will never let her go, and she knew she could never belong to another.
Sesshoumaru smirked coolly, male pride beaming in his features as the much sought after female practically melted within his hands. The looks and words of envy of the other males as they departed out of the room had drifted to him, he growled then, silencing them. No one was to touch her save for himself. Again he turned his attentions on the bewitching female before him. He thought he heard her mewing as his claws gently grazed the base and valley of her twin mounds. His body reacted almost instinctively to her quiet moans. His breath coming in short pants.
He turns her slowly, still within his hold. Inclining her head so that he had an unhindered access to her neck,. He ever so gently nipped his fangs over her jugular vein. Licking and sucking it until he smelt the sweet aroma of her arousal. He growled low in the back of his throat, to let her know that he was well pleased with her. Working his way back to her cherry lips, he tenderly touched his nose with hers, before claiming her lips for his own.
She was exquisitely like heaven. Her taste was nothing like he ever savored before. Greedily thrusting his tongue in her mouth as he prods her boldly. He swirled his tongue in her moist caverns, indulging in her unique flavor. She kissed back with equal hunger for him. Their tongues danced in fevered heat, matching the raging fire that burned within them. She trembled beneath him turning liquid under his masterful skill. He groaned in unabashed lust, his pants cramping painfully as his arousal demanded to be appeased. Their kisses turned desperate, both clinging to the other not wanting an inch of space to separate them.
Kagome heard his almost purr-like growl, she was so drunk on his kisses she had totally abandoned all sanity. It wasn't until he drew back that her feet once again touched the ground.
“I apologize for my actions Kagome...This Sesshoumaru should not have...”
“Just forget about it.” She cut, hurt by his apology.
The Western Lord peered at her bowed head. He regretted his words almost immediately when her sadness invaded his still cloudy senses.
“Let's just go back to the table, I'm sure Takara would be looking for you if you're gone too long.” 'I guess it is Takara he wants after all.' She thought sadly.
His insides sunk further as he gazed across her swollen lips. She would not even meet his eyes. However, if he had not stopped himself he would have mated her there and then, but it was Takara he wanted... wasn't it?. He closed his eyes. Confusion reigned over him. Is it possible his heart is torn between the two? He sighed in frustration, as he watched her go.
'Gahhhhh, this is sad! I'm jealous of my own shadow!' Groaned Kagome, as she quietly made her way back to the restaurant.
Chapter 8: The case of the green eyed monster.
“You sure you wanna do this?”
Kagome paused as she pursed her lips. She taps her right index finger on one temple, closing her eyes. Jakotsu sits next to his friend silently, still slurping noisily while consuming a steaming hot bowl of yakisoba.
“Anytime this century Kagome.” Remarked Sango sarcastically as the research scientist adjusts the hem of the royal blue dress the now transformed youkai-Kagome now wore.
Kagome opens her eyes slowly, taking a deep and soothing breath, she turns toward her long time friend. “As sure as I'll ever be.” She smirked, her eyes casting a dreamy look. The amorous glint in her eyes was noticed by the playful Jakotsu. Not one to let a possible gossip get away, he puts down his dinner leaning close to Kagome.
“I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
Kagome blinks, oblivious to what Jakotsu was referring to. Sango listens intently, suddenly perceiving that the wily Jakotsu had caught onto something that 'she' apparently had not. Her ears twitching impatiently at Kagome's answer.
“I-I've no idea what you're going on about.” Denied Kagome off-handedly.
“Ohhh, I think you do.” Grinned Jakotsu.
Kagome's face blushes.
'He knows?'
“Yes my dear! I can read the features in your face quite clearly.” He continued.
“You're crazy!” Scoffed Kagome, crossing both arms across her chest.
“I beg to differ.” Cut in Sango, noting the faint coloring in Kagome's cheeks. “Spill it!”
Kagome sighs heavily in defeat, inwardly admitting to herself the two stubborn mules in front of her will never give her a moment's peace until she relates her 'secret'. She relented warily.
“ithinki'mfallingforhim.” She mumbled incoherently.
“Eh?” Gawked Jakotsu and Sango.
Knock. Knock.
“Gah hahaha! Must be my date! Gotto run! ..... Oh and remember the plan ne? Thanks! Bye!”
Slam.
With Kagome gone, the two accomplices looked at each other in frustration.
“Damn! I thought we had her that time!” Bellowed a twitching Jakotsu.
“You obliviously know something more than me, spill it gay lord!”
“Are you that dense?” asked Jakotsu as his shocked expression further incited Sango's blood to boil.
Sango narrowed her eyes threateningly, her long bangs obscuring her shadowed eyes. She cracks her knuckles audibly creating a rather unpleasant sound.
“Oh fine! Sour puss!” Jakotsu sticks out his tongue at Sango. “You'll never find a man to marry you that way! You'll just end up like a scrawny sour plum! Hmp!”
Sango never flinches her eyes remain locked onto Jakotsu. “You done drama queen? Cause if you are-you better start talking now or I'll subscribe your picture and private number to all the single ladies compiled in my research database.
Jakotsu's eyes widened like saucers. “You brute!”
“I've been called worse, now TALK!”
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Kagome sashayed in circles around the hotel foyer, her nerves were frayed. 'I can't be feeling this, I mustn't fall for him ..' She argued within herself.
“Takara.”
'Eep!' “Sesshoumaru-sama!.. You startled me.” She smiled.
“In deep thought I see.”
“Ah, kind of..... Thank you so very much for the roses, they were beautiful.”
He grinned, flashing his white fangs. “What troubles you beloved?”
Kagome's face fell. 'So his heart belongs to Takara after all.'
Sesshoumaru noted the despondent air about her. He does not like it. He wanted to relish in her happiness, her sad features oddly enough, troubled him greatly and for him such melancholy display seemed rather unbecoming of her lovely vibrant face.
“You must be hungry Little One. Come.”
The Taiyoukai took her hand, slipping her slender arm to entwine around his bicep as they walked toward the waiting limousine.
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After twenty minutes of casual conversation, they arrived in the very exclusive Heian Ryoin. The establishment itself was divided onto two parts. On the left side, the more traditional Japanese restaurant with authentic Heian dishes and beverage. The right side was upgraded to an ultra modern club, complete with glass tiles on the floor. Under which , strategically positioned lazers rickeshay off carefully concealed mirrors. Giving a lazer light show of which no other club had been graced with.
Takara noted the jealous glares the other women gave her. She paid them no heed knowing stating inwardly that it was she who was with Sesshoumaru.
As the Maitre'd sat them down their secluded table. Takara excused herself to go to the restrooms.
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“Dammit Jakotsu, get that Beehive hairdo outta my face!” Grumbled Sango swatting irritably at the mass of hair currently obstructing her view.
“Sango, you got my gear?”
“Heh? Yea.. (looking at Kagome's odd expression).. What's wrong with you?”
“N-nothing!”
Sango continued to eyeball her with suspicion.
“Oh for goodness sake, just give me the bag.” Huffed Kagome.
“Testy!” Gasped Jakotsu. “You're not getting hormonal are you?”
Kagome pinned him with a cold glare, “just make sure you both know remember what to do.” She scowled before huffing away.
“Yep definitely PMS!” Sighed Jakotsu fanning himself with his carefully manicured nails.
{:o) PMS as in 'Putting up with Men Sh't'
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'Pull yourself together girl! You can do this!' Kagome cheered inwardly. Four miniature versions of herself complete with short skirts and pompoms jump up and down in her mind's eye, cheering her on. She takes a relaxing breath as she approaches Sesshoumaru's table.
“I hope I'm not too late!”
Sesshoumaru turned to her. “Where is Takara?”
“She uh passed me by, an urgent call came through and she said she had to take it, but it could take awhile.”
“Hn.”
“So... would you like to go to the other side?”
“This Sesshoumaru will not be debasing himself in public by attending such frivolous place.” He muttered drily.
“Awwww, come on! Don't tell me Sesshy-poo is afraid?” Taunted Kagome, a spark of mischief twinkling in her eyes.
“You utter foolishness woman!”
“Better a fool than coward.”
The Western Lord snarled, baring his fangs threateningly at the obvious jab in his warrior's virtue and honor.
“This Sesshoumaru is not afraid of anything!” He barked lowly.
“Prove it.” Teased Kagome.
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“Ohhh this is my favorite song!...Come on let's dance.” Offered Kagome, batting her eyelashes at him.
“This Sesshoumaru most certainly will not.”
“Suit yourself!” Shrugged Kagome.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“I'm going to dance.”
Justin Timberlake's song 'Sexyback' booms on the dance floor. The base thumping and rocking the room as it bounces across the walls. Dim lighting accentuating the writhing bodies dancing in tune with the bouncy rhythm.
'Come make me make up for the things you lack,
cause you're burnin' up, I gotto get it fast.
Sesshoumaru raises one inquisitive eyebrow as Kagome glides across the expanse of the floor in a grand flourish of swirling hips, inciting the male population of the room to loosen their ties and openly devour her pliant and supple body with their eyes.
'Dirty babe,
you see the shackles baby
on this slave,
I'll let you whip me when I misbehave,
it's just that no one makes me feel this way.'
Kagome wiggled her hips and swirled her hair. Her exotic dance driving the males to pant, hypnotized at the erotic way she gyrated her hips in a very suggestive manner. Her eyes half lidded , her lips quivering and slightly parted.
“Scandalous!” Reproved Sesshoumaru with disdain, and yet curiously enough, he could not find the strength to pull his eyes away from her dance. Smouldering hungered looks from the males, was enough to drive the twitching Taiyoukai to his wits end. He growled viciously in a low pitch, something only the youkai in the room were able to discern. And those that did immediately vacated the room in fear.
'Come here girl,
come to the back,
VIP
drinks on me,
you see?
What cha jerking with?
Look at those hips,
you make me smile,
come here child.
Kagome's dance became bolder. Her graceful and provocative movements slowly breaking down the Western Lord's cold resolve. Each swish of her hips went down to settle in his loins, creating an ache so deep, he labored hard to drown the heated growls that continually escaped his locked jaw. His eyes narrowed in a predatory manner when Kagome's sudden pose provided ample view of her creamy breasts. Pert nipples thrust up ward as if to challenge him, demanding attention from his clawed hands. He tenses. His claws puncturing through the metal tables, deep gouges with jagged edges that testified to the Taiyoukai's obvious desire. Heated blood coursed through his veins, and still the tasty female morsel enticed him further, his deep hunger bordering on fanatical obsession.
The song, ingraining in his mind, adding more fuel to his fire. This fevered state of insatiable lust, he had never felt before. The aroused state of every male in the room goading him further to claim this female. He threw one contempteous glare around him-a silant warning that clearly meant only one thing- Leave or die.
'If that's your girl,
better watch your back.'
Somewhere between the repeating chorus and bridge, the once stoic Lord, succumbed to the spell of the lust that consumed his whole being. Wordlessly, he stalked his prey. Through crimson haze, his eyes locked onto his target.
The oblivious Kagome continued her dance, ignorant of the Inu Lord's lust filled hunger for her. She had thought it strange that no one danced with her, and it may well be a figment of her imagination but the area where she danced loomed larger and more empty as though the other people in the dance floor simply left. The music continued to play even as the dj departed. 'Curious.' Thought she.
The reason for the crowd's odd behavior made itself known soon enough, when she feels her back suddenly grabbed roughly from behind, then slammed onto a wall of rock hard muscle. Her breathing hitched up, as a smooth, flawless hand tattooed with magenta bracelets, ran possessively around her middle. The claws prickling lightly through the thin material of her dress, raking gently across the flat plane of her abdomen. She shivered in response, sucking a sharp intake of breath as the elegant clawed hand continued to stroke her. She bit her lip, each graze sending a jolt of desire coursing through her. Such delicious torture wrecked havoc in her senses. She thought she never been felt such delicious torture, moaning softly as if to plead to her captor that it be prolonged.
His claws so dangerous and yet so gentle. The way he held her in his arms. The subtle language only their bodies understood. He knew he will never let her go, and she knew she could never belong to another.
Sesshoumaru smirked coolly, male pride beaming in his features as the much sought after female practically melted within his hands. The looks and words of envy of the other males as they departed out of the room had drifted to him, he growled then, silencing them. No one was to touch her save for himself. Again he turned his attentions on the bewitching female before him. He thought he heard her mewing as his claws gently grazed the base and valley of her twin mounds. His body reacted almost instinctively to her quiet moans. His breath coming in short pants.
He turns her slowly, still within his hold. Inclining her head so that he had an unhindered access to her neck,. He ever so gently nipped his fangs over her jugular vein. Licking and sucking it until he smelt the sweet aroma of her arousal. He growled low in the back of his throat, to let her know that he was well pleased with her. Working his way back to her cherry lips, he tenderly touched his nose with hers, before claiming her lips for his own.
She was exquisitely like heaven. Her taste was nothing like he ever savored before. Greedily thrusting his tongue in her mouth as he prods her boldly. He swirled his tongue in her moist caverns, indulging in her unique flavor. She kissed back with equal hunger for him. Their tongues danced in fevered heat, matching the raging fire that burned within them. She trembled beneath him turning liquid under his masterful skill. He groaned in unabashed lust, his pants cramping painfully as his arousal demanded to be appeased. Their kisses turned desperate, both clinging to the other not wanting an inch of space to separate them.
Kagome heard his almost purr-like growl, she was so drunk on his kisses she had totally abandoned all sanity. It wasn't until he drew back that her feet once again touched the ground.
“I apologize for my actions Kagome...This Sesshoumaru should not have...”
“Just forget about it.” She cut, hurt by his apology.
The Western Lord peered at her bowed head. He regretted his words almost immediately when her sadness invaded his still cloudy senses.
“Let's just go back to the table, I'm sure Takara would be looking for you if you're gone too long.” 'I guess it is Takara he wants after all.' She thought sadly.
His insides sunk further as he gazed across her swollen lips. She would not even meet his eyes. However, if he had not stopped himself he would have mated her there and then, but it was Takara he wanted... wasn't it?. He closed his eyes. Confusion reigned over him. Is it possible his heart is torn between the two? He sighed in frustration, as he watched her go.
'Gahhhhh, this is sad! I'm jealous of my own shadow!' Groaned Kagome, as she quietly made her way back to the restaurant.