She makes it to the front door

Trying to keep as much out of sight as possible, Amy slowly sneaks her way across the forecourt and around the edges of the shop, finally making it to the front door of the mall.

You stand there watching her for a moment, soaking hair plastered to her face, her white shirt so wet that even hugging it against her body shows off the contours of her bra perfectly, her bare legs and panties on full display.

Of course at this point you allow her to wonder where she's running to. Her plan was her car, but her car keys were of course in the pocket of her jeans. The jeans that were still left behind in the burger bar. Not to mention the fact she was now in plain sight of anyone who decided to walk into the mall, there was no longer anywhere to hide, and while it was still early, someone was likely to walk through those doors at any moment.

You glance back over at the burger bar as well, thinking about having left James there in a similar state of distress, maybe you could have gone back to playing with him.