Incognito NYC

Pg. 9 (final): Playing with Fire

"Why? Are you planning to... to stalk him?" It was risky to accuse such a thing to a young girl like this mysterious Amber, but someone had to ask the questions. Plus, this would be great to portray in cloth form! The excitement from both personas was almost overwhelming, but De Angelo managed to keep her cool.

"No! Nothing like that, Fresca! I'm going onto the View--ya know, pretty decent talk show--sometime soon. I'm, ah... making the food!" Her quick save made the designer oddly intrigued, but also increasingly worried. "I just wanted to know if he's allergic or not, and maybe even his schedule for his performance here in the Tundra."

Fresca didn't really want to trust her. She's pretty fluent in shifting from one topic to another, and staying in the friendly... creepy... interesting way of words. In other words, Amber was just trying to be all buddy-buddy to get what she wants, and if it was to fool the famous fashion designer, she would. Though, Fresca didn't care much for Bieber anyways.

"Sure," she mumbles dryly, note taking some more. "I shall text you... or call you, for that matter, any information that I can get on the singer. ASAP."

Amber's voice suddenly turned chippier and more teenager-like. "Thanks tons!"

"Anytim--wait just a tick or two--" A distant what? could be heard on the other end of the line. Fresca ignored it. "You want to know his schedule. For his upcoming concert. In the Tundra?" The designer raises a fake graying eyebrow. "Are you seriously going to stalk him?!"

"Uhhh.... BYE!" Amber hung up. Fresca slams the phone onto the desk.

This was a total mystery... is it dangerous? A prank? A need to break out her mafia? That's a maybe.

Fayth De Aturdir wonders what an aging fashion designer who lives in New York could do to solve it....