"Who's to say it wasn't rhetorical?" Layla said, and tilted her head back so the messy bun her hair was twisted into was resting against the wall. She crossed her arms against her ribcage and kicked one heel- because she had found heels, sleek, black and high, if a little old fashioned and not the stilettos that would have gone best with the ensemble- up against the stucco.

"The better question is, why would I hide from him at all?"