Eliza's eyes widened a little when Willa came to ask for her help. [i]So much for lunch,[/i] she thought.
	"Gotta go, duty calls," she said, giving Brent a light push on the shoulder. She jogged to keep up with Willa as she threatened to disappear out of her sight.
	"Bye," Brent shouted in return. He grabbed his sunglasses from within his leather jacket's pockets and opened the door and left. The bell rang as the door opened and closed.
	As Eliza began to catch up with Willa, an idea occurred to her. [i]I may not be able to eat lunch,[/i] she mused, [i]but it doesn't mean I shouldn't eat anything.[/i]
	She turned her head slightly to use her peripheral vision to make sure the customers weren't watching, and as soon as she saw everybody was distracted, she lifted her index finger and flexed it twice, lifting a scone from the baking tray her grandmother took out of the oven and napkin from a holder and set it in her hand. She readily took a bite out of the delicious pastry and enjoyed how the heat from the delicacy made her mouth water.
	She hastily passed the napkin over her mouth so she'd still look presentable and continued to follow Willa to the back room.