[Sadrain]

December 1st, Chicago; "Polar Bear Cafe".

Leila nodded, stirring the ice cream in her cup, in seemingly automatic movement. She didn't respond to Amante's question and barely noticed that feeling that gave away he wasn't telling her everything - and even that she let to slip by. The girl stared at the window for a moment more, then suddenly stood up. "I've got to go."

"If I am not back tonight, I will be back early tomorrow's morning. So, don't raise alarm that I have ran away or something," she said, lightly touching Amante's shoulder with fingertips, before rushed over to coat hanger. "Miss! You didn't finish your ice cream! Was it not delicious?" the shopkeeper asked in distraught voice while the girl put on the coat in hurry. "Oh, no, no! Don't worry Mrs. Martha! I just have to be somewhere else." Leila replied, with a quick smile. When bell jingled second time as doors shut, she was already nearly out of the sight.

"That girl... Never seen her rushing like this, she's usually so calm and nice. I hope nothing bad happened to make her run away from your date or meeting, Mister." The elderly lady shook her head, looking at Amante, but then returned to checking the counter's stock.

Meanwhile, Leila rushed down the street, weaving between the people. Her apartment building was not far, so, soon, the girl was driving her small very retro beetle styled car out of the garage. Whatever had gotten into her, was quite strong.