Cara's smile widened, and she lifted her shoulders into what could only be described as a bashful shrug. "I've been here twenty minutes, and I've already had more fun here than all the parties I've been to in New York." Her gaze was light and reassuring as she added, "Trust me, Ren. You're not missing out."
As Kami settled herself down again, the dark-haired woman turned back to her gumbo. To her surprise, the gumbo had become a little easier to eat; perhaps it really had burned away all of her taste buds. She would have gone on, blissfully unaware of the conversation, until...
"...Did you just say gun?" Cara asked with an alarmed flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks. She couldn't imagine what the man would need a gun for; this building didn't seem to be in a dangerous neighborhood, and, so far, the neighbors seemed nice...