"Baby, I'm so sorry he beat you up. It saddens me to see you this way."
"Don't cry, Lyds. I'm fine. He only beat me up because I said a few home truths about that bitch, Aila. She thinks she's all that, looking down at me.. Anyway, let's not let her ruin our evening. I am just so happy you're alive."
Aila peered around the corner of the bush and saw the two pack members she was expecting to see. Darren and Lydia were in an embrace, his hands on her hips and her hands wrapped around his neck. The heels she wore made her the same height as him, and her black dress barely covered her bottom.
The darkening of the sky and a breeze swept across them, flinging Aila's hair back at the sudden incoming force. The loud rumbling of thunder was the first sign for Aila to go back inside, but she couldn't not when Lydia and Darren were right in front of her and stupidly talking out in the open. This was the perfect opportunity to listen to their conversation.
