Like finding a Nastia in a six foot pile of sushi
After about five minutes, she finally dared to move and went inside the restaurant. Some guys were already putting up a new drive-thru menu. Cod�n�Sushi�s was Nastia�s favourite restaurant and as such, had learned to deal with the consequences of that.
Carly looked for Nastia, but couldn�t see her anywhere. There was that one table with the big mountain of sushi, but was anyone actually sitting there? It was at least six feet of sushi, so it was difficult to tell. And with Nastia being so small and everything, it would be even more so.
Carly took the chance and went over there.
�Nast?� she called softly. All she could hear were slurping noises and the snapping of fingers.
�Seriously, have you got the Beach Boys back there or what?� Carly said and accidentally pushed some sushi onto the floor. Nastia flew up from behind the mountain of japanese delicacies.
�NNNNOOOO! MY PREEECIOUS!�
She threw herself on the floor and licked up the spilled sushi. In a matter of seconds, she was sitting back in her chair with her face stuffed into an egg roll.
�Ew�Nastia, seriously. You�re supposed to be a lady. Oh, hi, Gael�Mackie?� Carly raised an eyebrow. She tends to do that when strange stuff happens, like little Canadian girls appearing seemingly out of nowhere.
�Hi Carly! Yes it�s me, Gael Mackie!� the little pixie next to Nastia said and ducked down behind the sushi.
�But don�t tell anyone, I�m not really supposed to be here. The Canada Law here in Texas and everything��
�Oh yeah, we don�t want you getting shot. Although I�m not surprised if it should happen, seeing as how you ARE a Canadian in Texas, and there has to be a reason for you to miss the next Olympics.�
�Um, yeah�but getting shot hurts. I was just talking to 50, and he was like, damn Gael Mackie, you have to watch your mother*bleeping* ass out there, it�s hardcore on the international gymn circuit. By the way Carly, have you heard of all those gymnasts getting attacked recently?�
Carly scratched her noggin.
�No, what are you talking about? Canadians, I swear��
�Ah you wot? A lot of girls are turning up with broken knees and hips, and no one can explain what�s been going on. It�s all really hush-hush, so I came here to ask for your assistance. I don�t want to be the next victim! If I don�t start competing at meets, people are going to think I�m not a gymnast at all!�
�Um�yeah, well, you�re Canadian, so it�s logical to assume you�re a lying sack of��
�MMMMMMMMM SUUUUSSHIIIIIIIIIII!�
Nastia was in plain view now. Magically, the sushi had disappeared, leaving the girls fully exposed.
Gael Mackie ducked behind a menu and did Canadian Shifty Eyes� around the restaurant.
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