Chase had gotten a good laugh out of messing with Jack, and Wuya thought that was horrible. Absolutely horrible. Chase wasn't the kind of man to get a laugh out of even acknowledging Jack's existence. Much less out of following him around to meet his parents.

Because of course, now he had met both of them. He had told Wuya everything in extenuating detail, especially about the father's height, which Wuya had never met, despite living for years in the Spicer household.

So now Wuya's curiosity was picked, and she found herself wearing a simple black coat over a simple black dress. The most that her powers could conjure for her to not look out of place at the restaurant where she waited. The shoes she had stolen from some silly little girl, and she was already regretting them. Shoes as a whole seemed like a pointless idea to her. High heels were a ridiculous way of self torture.

She looked over her menu at the tall auburn haired man sitting alone in the corner, talking on his cell phone. She recognized him from short video messages and photos sent along with long emails that Jack deleted as soon as he skimmed them.

'My dad's throwing a party in Canada. Bleagh, how boring.'

'My dad is giving a conference in Norway. Talk about a sleep aid'

'Happy birthday Jacob. What is this? –Oh the places you'll go-? What is this shit about?'

Those were the only mentions Jack had made about him during the time that she spent with him. Although, to be honest, she tended to tune out his senseless ranting most of the time. And there had been lots and lots of senseless ranting.

And yet Chase was interested. Just because Jack had blown him up once.

"Jack blows things up. That's the only thing his machines do. They malfunction and blow up. It's not new," Wuya had told Chase when he told her about the strange web of miniature robots that had blown up right in his face.

"You don't understand. It wasn't the stupid robots. It was him. It's like he became someone else," he had said.

Wuya rolled her eyes at the memory of Chase's words. Jack was always becoming someone else. A movie director, a mafia boss, a scaredy mouse. He was a child. A child who would become anything that he thought would make him be more than the failure of a Heylin warrior that he was.

And despite that, Wuya was there, in some dumb restaurant spying on Jack's father as he barked orders through a cell phone. The realization made her feel beyond stupid.

She was about to leave when she felt a familiar presence nearby. One that she had encountered before. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Among the mess of mediocre human auras around, she felt the icy sharpness of Miranda Spicer's aura. That bitch owed her one for having hit her in the face with a bottle. No one did that. Especially not some rich bratty child who wore ugly shoes.

Wuya smirked and stood up, walking straight to Lionel Spicer's table, and sitting down next to him.

"Excuse me," she said, passing a hand through her hair. "I think I know you."

"Hm? Well, I don't," said Lionel, putting down his phone to look at her more closely. "No, I'm sorry, I do not think we know each other."

"But I must have met you somewhere," said Wuya putting a hand over his leg, and leaning in close to him.

"Lionel!" screeched Miranda from the entrance. She stalked up to them, and Wuya almost giggled with evil glee. "Another one Lionel?! And in public!"

The man stood up. "Miranda, please, this isn't what you think," he said, reaching out to her.

She grabbed the water pitcher on the table and threw the water at him. Wuya had to use all her self-discipline to not burst out laughing.

"Fuck you Lionel!" she shouted, then turned to Wuya with murderous eyes. "And you! Wuya!"

And Wuya was ready to fight, and more than glad that she had an excuse to tear off that bitch's hair with her own hands. She stood up, ready to pounce on her, but Jack's father stood between them, holding his wife by the shoulders.

"Miranda calm down please," he yelled. "You're causing a scene!"

His wife slapped him across the face. "That's all you ever care about!" she shouted, and walked out of the restaurant.