A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Why? Are you going back to getting rid of your doubt about your friend? (F/n) glanced over to him before he read the note, and his gaze was pinned on her. She looked back to the note. If so, you're lying to yourself. Honestly, I can't believe that you're putting up with her.

Tsking, she rolled her eyes and set the note aside before she met his gaze. "You can't tell me that you didn't have a friend at some point that you gave multiple chances to." No note came her way, and she frowned a bit. If he had answered that, she would've gotten more insight into who or what he was. Surprise entered her (e/c) optics, though, when he tossed another note over to her after a somewhat long pause. She had been about to leave ... if he'd let her. He had pulled her back on several accounts before.

You can take my advice or not. Unfortunately, though, for you, your 'friend' isn't going to help you out. Right now, I'm your best bet for not getting too hurt. An eyebrow of hers quirked in bitter amusement, and she chuckled in doubt at his words.

"Right, the mannequin who messed with me earlier." She tsked again, annoyed at the fact of how he put quotation marks around the word for 'friend.' Frustratingly, however, she couldn't get rid of the worry that was forming in her head over the issue of Anita, especially since Lee wouldn't tell her why he was so convinced of Anita betraying her. Irritated, she almost glared at him. "Is this what makes you happy? Getting inside people's heads?" she asked, her tone indicating clear displeasure.

Yes. It's quite fun. Nearly, she crumpled up the note, but another one came her way. But, you're lucky. I'm helping you. She rolled her eyes. Even if he meant that, it was for his own twisted sense of entertainment.

"So, the others didn't get your help?" He stood up straight and shrugged his shoulders. A frown met her lips. "Right. Your vagueness is appreciated," she muttered, falling back against the counter behind her and crossing her arms over her chest. A rough sigh left her lips. Barely, she managed to catch a note that flew over to her.

Since you've admitted I'm in your head, what do you plan to do about this dinner date? Are you actually going to see if Tristan is there for another reason other than what Anita says? A scowl touched her lips before she broke eye contact with him. She pushed back some strands of (h/c) (h/l) locks and huffed.

"... I'll be cautious regardless based on what I know about him so far. And if I learn anything odd about him being there, then I do." She peered down to her feet and kicked the kitchen flooring a little bit. "I want to believe in my friend, but I'll keep my guard up." Now, she locked her eyes with his. "But by doing this, it doesn't mean that I'm agreeing with what you're saying."

Catching another note, an eyebrow of hers twitched. I'm not asking you to. I'm telling you to learn the truth. Right. As if he didn't think what he was saying was true. He certainly seemed pretty sure of himself.

"So, what are you going to do while we're gone?" She looked to him suspiciously. "Going to invade more of Anita's and my privacy?" If she could hear him, she'd hear laughing a little. He most certainly could, but what he really wanted was to look for information on his friend without her finding out. Unfortunately, that seemed rather difficult. Regardless, it was cute that she thought he only thought about Anita and her, but he hadn't given her much reason to assume otherwise.

Throwing another note her way, he rested his elbows on the counter and intertwined his hands. She opened it, and he chuckled at the annoyed expression on her countenance. Possibly. I could tear apart both of your rooms and just make a mess of things before you both come back. Why, is there something you don't want me to see?

"There are many things, but I have a feeling that you've already seen them given how long you've been out of the storage area." Another chuckle left him. Indeed, he had. What she had in her room, he had explored. Same for Anita. Of course, he always could go on (f/n)'s laptop and see if she had any more information on herself hidden in some of those other symbols on the one screen with the background of the cafe. Actually, that might be a good idea. It'd certainly pass the time.

Not liking his silence and the fact that his head turned down a little, she asked, "What did you just think of?" She doubted that he'd tell her, and his next action confirmed that since he merely shrugged. "Aren't you a joy," she muttered before she pushed herself off of the counter. "I'm going to go upstairs. Anita's still home, so I wouldn't follow."

Behind her, she heard creaking, and she quickly spun around to see him writing a note. It soon landed in front of her. On your laptop, I left something for you. She met his eyes before she tossed the note back to him and headed out of the kitchen. A chill traveled up her spine. That could be anything. Something harmless to something utterly awful.

Heavy frown on her lips, she walked up the stairs and heard water still running from Anita's bathroom. Most likely, Anita would leave in about twenty to thirty minutes since she needed to dress and pack her bag for the night and morning. That meant that she only had that long before Lee possibly would come upstairs and bother her.

Entering her room, she grabbed her laptop and went over to her desk. After she turned it on and it loaded up, she clicked on the browser icon and waited for it to load. It didn't take long, and she went to history on her computer. Her eyes scanned over it, and she noticed that he had looked up a way to restore erased history. She clicked on it and found that it was rather simple. With that in mind and from what she already saw, he hadn't looked at anything that might give away information about his past.

(F/n) glanced back over the history and saw a series of links on men's fashion. They all looked pretty similar, and she eventually found links to shopping websites with such clothing pieces. The prices also weren't too bad considering the prices of the original outfit pieces had been quite pricey. Was this the outfit he wanted? She sweatdropped.

Well, she was glad that it wasn't anything that was awful other than the fact that he expected her to order him such clothes. If she didn't, then he might harm her. She couldn't see his true expressions for obvious reasons, but his note had indicated that he wasn't pleased with his current attire. To what degree, she didn't know exactly, but she didn't want to get stabbed or something simply because she hadn't bought him an outfit.

Though, she'd have to run it by Anita first to get her approval of the outfit. The outfit definitely made a bold statement with the bright orange, but she had to admit that she liked it. It fit the warmer seasons in her opinion, and if he wore it, it might help draw in more customers or at least catch their attention as they entered the café. Should she ask Anita presently, however? Then, she could settle the issue of the outfit and not worry about him getting impatient about it and possibly violent.

But, she only had so much time before he probably would move about the house again. Still, it wasn't like she could learn much from what he had searched in the morning. He even had looked up the information that she had been wondering about, and, thankfully, he hadn't done that to her erased recent history. Lee, though, probably would do so at some point in the future unless she hid her laptop, but he'd probably ask for it or threaten her.

Hanging her head a little, she decided that she'd just solve the outfit dilemma and get that over with so that he wouldn't ask about it again. Plus, he might as well be more useful during the day than just hanging out in the kitchen. Then again, that meant that she'd have to see him more often during service. He'd still ask about the outfit, however, and she'd need to bring up the outfit to Anita at some point since she would see it on him unless she had him change when Anita was away and changed him back. That seemed ridiculous, however, since Anita wanted to change his attire, and he very well could refuse to change back into the chef's outfit.

Annoyed, she got up and walked over to Anita's room. She was slipping on her black heels. Anita had on her red crop top, black flared skirt and black leather jacket on too. (F/n) knocked on the doorframe to get her attention. Looking up and over, Anita smiled before she twirled once she had her shoes on. "What do you think? Do you think that Kaleb will like it?"

"He'd be an idiot not to, though; I wish that it wasn't him." Anita rolled her eyes at her friend's answer before she smiled and signaled her friend to tell her what was up. "I think that I found an outfit for the mannequin. Might as well display him like we had planned, right?" It'd be extremely creepy, but as far as Anita was concerned, the mannequin wasn't alive, and Anita believed that (f/n) thought the same now too.

"Really?" Excitement met Anita's eyes. "Do you have it up on your laptop?" (F/n) nodded and turned away. She heard Anita behind her, and (f/n) headed over to her desk before she retook her seat. Anita looked over her friend to see the screen and the outfit shown there. "Ooh, it's bold for spring and summer. I like it. Plus, it's not too expensive." A grin touched Anita's lips. "He'll look very stylish. Nicely done, (f/n)." A small, fake smile touched (f/n)'s lips. "Go ahead and order it. I just need to put on some makeup. Then, I'll head out. Thanks!" Anita patted her friend on the shoulder before she left the room, and (f/n) was glad that Anita hadn't noticed her pretend smile.