Camila eyed him skeptically, then looked at Isaac.

He caught her glance and nodded subtly, confirming it was legit.

Relieved, Camila replied, "Thanks."

"No problem."

He gestured for her to follow.

It turned out that there was a lounge tucked away here.

It was fancy and all decked out.

Camila settled onto a plush sofa.

Her ankles itched but she resisted scratching, feeling it wasn't the vibe.

“Are you thirsty, Mrs. Johnston?" he asked.

“Some juice, please," she requested.

“Sure thing," he said, heading off.

Moments later, he returned with her drink.

"Do you need anything else? I'll be around," he assured her before leaving.

"Thanks," Camila replied, though she still felt uneasy.

Even the door was closed, she didn't completely relax.

This place was unfamiliar, after all.

She didn't feel safe.

She eased onto the sofa, giving her legs a break.

Time crawled along.