Heather crawled through the narrow vent until she reached an opening. Carefully, she pushed the grate aside and slipped out.
But as soon as she stood up, she realized with horror that she had landed right behind the same crowd she was trying to escape.
She froze in place. Her sunglasses had slipped slightly down her nose. The fans were still gathered at the restroom entrance, not noticing her yet.
Heather took a deep breath, adjusted her glasses, and started walking slowly in the opposite direction, trying not to draw attention.
As she turned a corner, she accidentally bumped into a little girl holding an ice cream cone. The cone slipped from the girl's hand and fell to the floor with a soft splat.
The girl looked down at it, her lip trembling, then looked up at Heather. Her eyes widened in shock, then turned back to the ice cream.
Luck was not on Heather's side.
"My ice cream!" the girl yelled, pointing at Heather with an accusing finger.
Heather winced.
