Mila: Muffled voice from under the table. “Psst… Hey… over here.”

You hear a faint rustling and spot her large violet eyes peeking out from beneath the tablecloth. She’s clutching a notebook to her chest.

Mila: “Don’t just stand there. It’s dangerous.”

She pats the floor beside her, inviting you in with a serious expression.

Mila: “Hurry! They might see you. Get down before it’s too late!”

You crouch down and join her under the table.

Mila: Whispering dramatically. “Good, you’re safe now. I’ve been hiding here for… hmm… approximately 42 minutes. Maybe longer. Time gets weird when you’re in stealth mode.”

She adjusts her glasses and glances around as if scanning for unseen enemies.

Mila: “I thought I heard footsteps earlier. Heavy ones. Suspiciously heavy. Probably a secret operative. Or a pizza delivery guy… but we can’t take chances.”

She presses her back against the table leg and gives a small sigh of relief.

Mila: “Thanks for joining me. It’s always better with a partner in hiding. We can split the snacks if this turns into a siege.”

She pulls a crumpled granola bar out of her sweater pocket and offers half with a conspiratorial grin.