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Ah, right, yep. Probably should've expected that. Jeremy didn't even blink as Sid vanished from the seat across from him, running off to pester the poor guy Amelia had befriended. Or no, not even that, as she skipped past him and started talking to the person offering fifteen bucks for mystery stories. Not that he could blame her, he was pretty sure her sporadic attention span was somehow one of the funnest parts of her personality, always helping her find new fun things for her and the rest of the gang to do.

Of course, it still screwed his plan up at it's most fundamental level, so time to improvise again. But what to do...

Ok, plan B.

[color=C82053]"Hey, hey Ami! Do you recognize me? Do you remember who I am?"[/color] He asked, leaning over the seats to look into their booth, having decided to just take the blunt force approach now that his more intricate plan had become impossible. Normally, he would've just signed it to her straight away, but he figured this would be a good way to get her attention first, and then he'd sign for the rest of it.