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A slight smile lit her face as Carla repeated her name softly, head still resting on her shoulder. Even though she was enjoying the little bit of conversation, she was enjoy the fact Carla wasn’t crying for once. She let out a soft laugh as it was pointed out her name didn’t sound Italian, that was true, her mother named her and her brothers American names so that they could fit in here. In Italy their names were weird to the others. [b]“That’s the reason we have American names. My mother’s name is Simona, very Italian mobster like.”[/b] She answered, smiling from ear to ear. The girl relaxed against her shoulder slowing, and while this was nice and relaxing to her as well, she just couldn’t block the pressure on her legs from sitting like this. 

As soon as she did move however she wished that she hadn’t, she looked over at Carla hugging her knees again. When she asked about the stuff, she fought the urge to sigh as Carla started crying again. [b]“Umm…..”[/b] Kimberly said looking up the stairs thoughtfully, how was she to get Liz out of the apartment without going past Carla? [b]“Is there another set of stairs to this building?”[/b] She asked looking back to Carla. Before taking her phone out and texting Ethan, asking where Liz was. [b]“I’d much whether not bring her down around you, and I still have business with her.”[/b] She added, true with Carla it wasn’t just about the money. However with Liz it was, the bitch still owed her money.
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When the waitress said she was sorry, it of course didn’t help, mainly because Ethan leaving hadn’t been the main reason she was upset. Still she gave the woman a fake smile before asking if she had to move to a single table. Luckily she didn’t have to move, and she watched the Carla babble on about being a dishwasher and not a waitress and blushing. As she listened the fake smile turning into a real one. [b]“ Grazie.”[/b] She said as the girl walked away, after watching the woman go to the back, Kimberly closed her eyes once more. Trying to relax or at least block out the noise around her. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she pulled it out flipping through the about twenty texts that Dawn had sent since last night. 

 [i]“I’m coming back to the apartment. I want to work this out, please.”[/i] The most recent one said, making Kimberly roll her eyes sadly, because there was nothing Dawn could do that could fix what she had done. Pushing the power button, a glass was sat down on the table and a straw handed to her.[b]“Grazie”[/b] She said softly looking up to see her blushing, the question was so low and ran together, Kimberly almost missed it completely. So she simply raised an eyebrow until she added the last part, looking behind Carla, she saw the cook peeking through the glass at them. 

[b]“Sure, if he won’t get you in trouble.”[/b] She laughed softly before nodding her head towards the cook watching. She gestured towards the table smiling halfheartedly. [b]“Company sounds nice. I’m Kimberly by the way.”[/b] She added as she did, thinking it only fair to tell her name as well. This was of course slightly awkward, normally Kimberly was the people person, but right now her head hurt too badly for that. Taking a sip of her juice she sighed quietly, looking up at the woman blushing awkwardly. [b]“Is it that apparent?”[/b] She asked sadly, she had tried her hardest to seemed fine.