“Hey!” Mariana slid onto the occupied bench in the middle of the park. She’d been on her way back home from the dance studio when she’d noticed that she was being followed by some unsavory looking folks. “Long time no see!” The smile on her face was large, and her voice was almost too cheerful. “Pretend we’re having a conversation. Someone’s following me,” she spoke lowly, but kept the outward smile on her face.