Latte looks at her notepad to read the list she wrote earlier. A list of groceries plus the things Trish wanted. At least, Narancia go along with her plan. She will handle the shopping while Narancia drives around to throw off their trail towards Trish and the others. It is easy for Narancia since he can stay in the car and listen to his music from the radio. She had mark in Narancia's map with a hasty made star where they will met up after a certain time period. 

Her appearance changed into a young woman of age sixteen. Her hair changed black with her hair tied into pair of pigtails to give her an innocent look. Her clothes is a short sleeved dress that reach to her knees with white ruffles. Her black boots click against the cobbled sidewalk. She pulls a metal luggage cart along with her. Inside the cart are brown paper bags with the items they needed. 

Latte continues her walk until the next block to pull out her list to check what she had off. She doesn't mind the walk as it gives her time to form a plan in case an enemy shown up. She comes into a full stop when she comes closer to their spot. 

Her eyes lands on one man's back. He looks worse for wear as her eyes notice little holes litter his body. The holes are bloody. His back is to the young woman, kneeling down to the ground. To her, he seem to be stepping on something, holding a conversation. Then in his hand, he held a brown glass bottle. Her eyes widen to see a stand coming from the man. 

Then, another thought come up. Where is Narancia? Latte quickly put the cart inside a store at her right. In silence, she took a single breath. Mirror shards surround the mute woman from head to toe. There is no sight of the young woman but the sliding doors open as if someone walk out of the store. 

Victory is close to Formaggio's fingertips. He watch miniature Narancia being overpowered by the spider as it dig its fangs. The spider begins its work of wrapping its prey in its web. While the spider does its work, Formaggio's eyes lands on a tiny map inside the bottle. Grabbing the map, he told Narancia that he doesn't need him anymore to find Trish. Reading the map, a large grin is on his face. "A vineyard!" He exclaims, "Grazie, Narancia-!" 

Everything become silence when he felt a stabbing sensation on his lower back. "What?" He utters out. Formaggio felt something pull out of his back. His head turns to see blood at the tip of parasol. His eyes move up to see Latte looking down on him. "Little Feet!" He summons his stand to attack Latte. She flips backwards to avoid sharp claw. Landing on her feet, her parasol opens to reveal a smirk on Latte's face. "Oi, who are you?" Formaggio has never seen this young woman before. 

Her smirk disappears, glaring at the man before her. "Answer me." He is annoyed by Latte's silence. With little patience, Formaggio summons his stand to attack the woman again. The stand is able to slice Latte's arm. "Got you!" He declares. Just as Little Feet slice the woman's arm, Latte shatters into tiny pieces. As the pieces fall, it disappears into thin air. "WHAT?!" He shouts out. 

At the corner of his left eye, the color of pink caught his attention. Standing on the roof of a destroyed car, Latte glares at him. She sends her body to charge at her opponent. As her parasol made contact with Formaggio's arm to block her attack, she scatter into pieces again. She appears on the other side of him, slamming her parasol at his face. Opening her parasol, she pushes Formaggio back for him to slam against the car. Anger could be seen on his face as he summons his stand to attack the mute woman. 

He has to admit, she is quite nimble to narrowly avoid his stand's attack. Just he got a hit on her, she shatter into pieces. Latte took enjoyment to see irritation on Formaggio's face when his attacks don't work. Her stand isn't good for combat but she uses her power to her advantage. To make up for her stand weakness, she train herself to fight and defend herself. This distraction let Narancia recover a bit. He watches Latte able to hold herself up against Formaggio. 

Slamming her parasol's handle against the stand's face gave her a bit of time to pick up the brown bottle. Her eyes widen to see little Narancia stuck with a spider. She waste no time bringing Narancia out of the bottle in her right hand. "Let's get away from here!" Narancia told her, "My lil' bomber shot the car..." She doesn't need to be told twice, Latte run away as Formaggio barely recovers. 

A loud explosion echoes throughout the street as Latte lands on her side with a loud thud. She winces but stands up when seeing Narancia return to his natural size. The explosion knock the wind out of her. Her eyes lands on Formaggio burning from the explosion. Before their victory is in their hands, Little Feet shrunk his user as blood coat his body to fan out the flames. Narancia didn't waste any time running to Formaggio spot to summon his radar - searching their opponent. 

"You're not getting away!" Narancia growls under his breath. The both of them heard Formaggio boldly told them that he is an assassination. Latte's eyes widen to see Lil' Bomber drop a bomb on a truck then shooting the rest of the cars park on the street. Latte has to admit, his plan is bold and yet careless. The last thing they need to do is have more attention to themselves. Latte quickly moves to the store where she have their bags while he handles their opponent. 

Formaggio returns to his normal size, facing Narancia in a Mexican standoff. Flames coat the streets. In a split second, the battle between men ends as Narancia as the victor. Formaggio lands on his back. Fatigue, Narancia kneels down to take a breath. "Shopping they say..." He mutters under his breath. A tap on his right shoulder reminds him of Latte. His eyes move to the cart next to Latte. Everything they needed is one piece. 

"You got everything?" Narancia receives a nod from Latte. Then, Latte holds up car keys. He doesn't ask how she got one but too tired to ask. "...She is a saint in disguise." He thought to himself as he breathes out a sigh of relief. She allows Narancia to use her as support as she put her parasol in the cart. Putting the things in the back seat of the car, Latte put Narancia in the passenger seat. She starts the car, driving back to the vineyard.

"Thanks, you saved me back there." Narancia broke the silence. His words met with silence until Latte park the car at the vineyard. She turns off the car to turn her head to Narancia. He looks at Latte who points to herself then him. Then, she wrap her index finger together back and forth. "Huh? What does that mean?" Narancia had to ask. Latte took out her notepad from her pants to write the word to Narancia. 

"Friends?"

His eyes widen from the word then looks up at Latte's sign for friend. She could see his eyes sparkle then gives her a nod. "Yeah! Let's be friends." Narancia declares. Latte shares the same smile to him. They get out of the car with bags in her hands. Narancia opens the door to reveal a worry stricken Fugo. His worry increases when seeing Narancia's wounds and Latte's dirty coat with messy hair. "Oi! What happen to you two!?" His voice carries throughout the household. 

The team comes down the stairs two take in their disheveled appearance. Mista took the bags from Latte. The both of them look at each other. She could see fear in Narancia's face. "Answer my question!" Fugo demands an answer. His sharp voice made Narancia wince. Latte decides to answer. 

"At the start, I decided we should split up so it can through the enemy off. I handle the shopping while Narancia drives around." Fugo translates out loud for the others, "We had picked a place where we can meet. When I was done, I go to our spot to find an enemy attacking Narancia. I jumped in to save him. He is able to defeat him." She turn to Narancia to explain his side of the story. The team is able to have the complete story of their trip. 

Sadly, the enemy found out their location much to their annoyance. Their anger is simmer down slightly since they are about to get the things they needed. Much of their anger is towards Narancia's carelessness of marking their location on the map. "So, how the hell you avoid anyone following you?" Leone asks the mute woman, "If anything, you probably have someone following you too." Latte shakes her head. 

"No one has followed me. I made sure of it." 

"Hmph, you are pretty confident about that." Her brows furrow at the sound of his voice. "Enough, Abbacchio. We have other things to worry about." Bruno stops the conversation before anything goes wrong. Leone scoffs under his breath. Latte watches Fugo drag Narancia away to treat his wounds. She decides to deliver Trish her things while the others figure out their next plan.