She does! But is spotted pretty quickly once there.

The trip to the park had been quick and uneventful. This part of the city was always quiet on nights like this, something Layla was super appreciative of right now. She had spotted Emi following behind her a few times on the way here, but by the time she made it to the pedestal she was meant to mount, Emi was gone.

God, it's cold, thought Layla as she shivered violently upon the soles of her bare feet making contact with the chilled stone of the platform, after awkwardly pulling herself up and onto it. This was gonna be so much harder than she anticipated, though to her surprise the paint was doing a much better job insulating her from the cold than she expected. Made it all the worse for her that Emi had decided to skip the very bottoms of her feet. Just think warm thoughts.

There wasn't a whole lot of time to think about the cold, however, as Layla could hear the sounds of people approaching. In her naked state, she scrambled to get into a good position. She had no idea what counted as a "statue-like" pose, so she just threw her hands behind her head and angled her head so she wasn't fully looking at the path in front of her, but rather at the bench and street light on her right.

On the wind, she heard the voice of Emi whisper, "Ooh, how bold of you. Let it all show, girl!" Despite quickly glancing around, she could see no sign of her friend in her vicinity.

Round the corner, the source of the noise revealed itself. A pair of joggers, middle-aged men, burst onto the trail. Both men looked out of breath, as if they were nearing the end of their workout. One on the left, a man with a shaved head, pointed out the bench while swatting the other jogger, a man with long blond hair, on the shoulder. The two nearly out-of-breath men sat down and gathered their strength.

Please don't notice me, please don't notice me, please don't notice!

Layla silently pleaded with any and all forces in the universe for these two men to not perceive her. Unfortunately for the bronzed Latina, her pleas were not heard.

"Hey man, was that statue here the other night?" The bald one asked, now pointing.