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

None of the windows or doors had been unlocked or opened. And if someone had entered, they wouldn't have been able to lock the doors and windows completely on the way out. So that was reassuring to an extent, but it also pointed to the possibility that the mannequin really was moving around on its own. When they checked on it, it was exactly in the same place and position in the storage room. It could've moved over night, but Anita reassured her that it probably wouldn't have been able to keep the exact same position.

(F/n) didn't argue further, but she was pretty certain that was possible. If a mannequin could move on its own, it certainly could return to how it had been before it had moved in the first place. Not to mention that their own memories of the mannequin's exact position might not be completely accurate. Neither of them really had memorized the exact position that all of its limbs had been in yesterday.

Anita noticing her friend's doubt decided that enough was enough, and she moved the mannequin into the kitchen, stating that she'd keep watch on it during service if that made her feel better. She'd inform Scarlett of the storage area and that they needed a space for it until Jason was done working on the space downstairs. Thankfully, Scarlett didn't question Anita on the matter after the explanation and even recommended maybe using it as a display or something. It seemed that the mannequin might be used for advertising in the future, and if it wasn't alive, (f/n) didn't have an issue with that. None of the waiting staff questioned it either since they had received a similar explanation that Scarlett had.

Service went by smoothly, proving that the first and second days hadn't been just good luck. They received a steady flow of patrons, and earned a decent amount. Hopefully, they'd be able to keep it up, and if word spread, they'd continue to receive good business. With the staff gone and cleaning being finished, Anita and (f/n) found themselves waiting for Jason again.

Taking a sip of water, (f/n) rose an eyebrow. She set down the glass and swallowed as she met Anita's stare. Anita had her arms on the table and was looking up to her friend with a grin on her lips. "So, our friend didn't move at all in the kitchen." Her thumb pointed to the kitchen. The door was propped open, and they just could see the mannequin. "Even now, it isn't. And, it's just the two of us."

"It might move in the night only," (f/n) pointed out, pouting a bit at her friend's grin.

"Okay, maybe, it does. But, it's got access to a whole thing of knives in there. If it really wanted us dead, we'd be dead before today ever came." Anita took a sip of her ginger ale and leaned back on her seat. She crossed her legs and hummed in thought. "We probably should get it some proper clothes. All it has right now is that old sheet." A chuckle left her. "Don't know if customers want a naked male mannequin in the café." Another chuckle parted from her. "Then again, maybe, they do."

"I don't think that all of our patrons will be happy with that," (f/n) replied, glancing to the mannequin briefly. It still didn't move. She looked back to Anita, who was chuckling more.

"Right." Anita tipped her glass towards (f/n) in agreement. "And if people are drunk and we throw an event, they won't even notice the cracks in its face." (F/n) sweat-dropped. She didn't want to know what kind of scenarios were going through her friend's head. "Don't act like you weren't thinking something similar. You enjoy the parties I go to."

"I know that I do. But, I also know where your mind is going." (F/n) rolled her eyes and smiled playfully. "Just remember, we have only one mannequin, and I really don't want to have to buy one to replace it. That one is enough."

"Yeah, yeah," Anita answered, waving her hand dismissively. "But, I do think that you should drop the whole thing about the mannequin moving." She smiled and reached over to flick her friend, who simply let it happen since she knew that it would be a light tap and wouldn't hurt, on the forehead. Anita sat back down in her seat soon after. "I watched it the whole day. It could've killed Scarlett and me. It didn't. It'll be fine, and we'll fix it up sometime soon."

"Fine, but I'm still going to be careful," (f/n) mentioned, taking a sip of her water and casting a warning look over to her friend.

"I know, and when nothing happens, maybe, you'll believe me more."

"I hope so," (f/n) muttered out before they both heard the doorbell ring.

Getting up, Anita rested a hand on (f/n)'s left shoulder. "I'll get it. You get to know our new friend better." Anita winked, and (f/n) rolled her eyes. (F/n) leaned back on her chair and stared over to the mannequin as Anita walked away. A frown was on her lips, but the mannequin didn't move. Its dark brown optics stared away from her and off in some random direction. Good. It wasn't looking at her.

Off in the front hall, she heard Jason come in and talk to Anita. It simply was about the wall and that there was going to some loud noise for awhile. Not focusing on it any longer, she kept her gaze on the mannequin. Eventually, she got up from her seat and walked over to it. She rested her hands on her hips when she stood in front of it and frowned.

Could it really have moved around like that last night? She glanced down to its hands, and she picked up one. (F/n) curled the fingers before she compared them to her own. They were bigger than hers, but they might be able to take off the back of a clock, and they'd be able to open a door. Its fingers were fully jointed, so they realistically would have the same capabilities as her own.

"So, are you going to ask it to dance?" Anita questioned, leaning against the kitchen doorway. A teasing smirk was on her lips, and (f/n) gave a look of no way. A chuckle left Anita before she signaled with her head to the storage area. "Jason's going to be a bit. I think that I'm going to go take a shower and get changed into some comfy clothes. Should be fine, right?"

"Yeah if he leaves before you're done, I'll talk with him and lead him out. I'll talk with him about the price too and write a check." (F/n) lowered the mannequin's hand and gave her friend a suspicious glance. "This is to leave me alone with the mannequin to prove your point, right?"

Grinning, Anita shrugged. "Maybe, but you already said it's okay, so ..." She waved and ran off with a teasing smirk.

"... Thanks," (f/n) muttered and sighed. Her eyes fell back onto the mannequin. One moment, Anita had been scared, and now she was acting like she never had been. Then again, she herself probably was being the strange one. She was suggesting that the mannequin was alive, and Anita was kind enough not to call her an idiot and get over it. With the storage space opened up, the sound being explained and the mannequin not doing anything, she realistically shouldn't be worried either. Rather, she should believe that what had happened last night had been a dream, and she was making up the theory of the mannequin to explain events that reasonably could happen in an old building.

"You really should be cleaned up." She turned away from the mannequin and grabbed a rag from beneath one of the kitchen sinks. It'd be better than just staring at it. Even if she was trying to convince herself that she was over thinking the matter, the mannequin remained creepy, and she'd rather not be in a staring contest with it.

Wetting the rag, she turned off the water and returned to the front of the mannequin. She reached up and wiped off the dust from the top of its head. The rag came back covered, and she grimaced at the sight. "I might need more than one rag, and ..." (F/n) looked to the sheet, which was dusty too, before she grabbed a few more rags.

"Let's see what damage is under here," she muttered to herself and set the sheet aside. There were a few cracks in the plastic but nothing serious. "Hmm, not bad." As she wiped the dust off of the mannequin, she had to move the limbs every now and then. The same creaking sound from last night greeted her ears, but she forced herself to shrug it off. She was in an old building. Old buildings made creaking sounds all of the time. It was that simple. Huffing, she blew a few strands of (h/c) (h/l) out of her face and moved onto its lower half and legs.

When she stared ahead, she blinked for a moment before she felt a light bit of heat touch her cheeks. The position she was in was ... awkward. The mannequin was an inanimate object, though. Rolling her eyes, she told her mind to cool down and stop being ridiculous. If it had been moving ... No, it hadn't been. She was wiping down plastic, not skin, not that.

Shaking her head, she mumbled some curse words to herself before she moved onto the legs next. She ended up sitting on the tile to be more comfortable, and she wiped off the exposed metal pipe with a dry rag when she came by that part of the mannequin's leg. Once finished, she moved onto the back of the mannequin, which was just as dusty as the front part of it. The sheet barely had done anything to prevent dust from collecting on the thing.

Getting lower, she sighed roughly and just got it over with. Thankfully, Anita was gone, or her friend would be teasing her so much, which she'd rather not experience. So, she continued with the dusting and was glad that she'd finish soon.