"Something like that," Rita replied with a thin, brief smile.
"You should go home, it's late," Zee said to Jonathan, her tone flat and urgent.
Jonathan's mouth opened, as if to protest or offer to stay. However, Zee moved swiftly, placing her palm on Jonathan's back and gently nudging him toward the car.
"Go home, honey. You have to wake up early tomorrow to pick me up. Don't be late," Zee said, her voice suddenly switching to a pampered, soft tone, full of forced acting.
"O-okay. I'll take my leave now, Ma'am," Jonathan said. Because of the way Zee was pushing him, he couldn't turn around fully. He just tilted his head and waved briefly, his expression slightly amused by Zee's sudden performance.
Jonathan got into his car. Zee forced her sweetest smile and waved dramatically at the vehicle, maintaining the act until the car disappeared around the corner of the alley.
In a flash, Zee's expression returned to flat and cold. The mask fell away. She turned to face Rita.
