" Don't he to me . " Johnson leaned closer , his breath brushing her reddened cars . " If I remember right , someone still hasn't raten today . " Like magic , he pulled a steaming box of dumplings from behind his back , Embarrassed , Elsa ducked her head and quietly began eating , clearing the dumplings like a chipmunk stuffing her cheeks . " Slow down ! " Johnson laughed , watching her puffed - up face . He pulled out a bottle of orange juice from a nearby bag and twisted the cap open . " Drink something . Don't choke ." Elsa accepted the bottle with a soft , " Thanks . " Meanwhile- Outside the fire escape door- A pair of cold , hateful eyes watched everything unfold . Quinn clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms . Her face contorted in rage . Why ? 1 Why does she always get everyone's attention ? Half an hour later . Elsa returned to the dance studio . Quinn was already there waiting . The moment Elsa saw her , she froze Quinn smiled sweetly and slowly walked over . " Elsa , where'd you go ? " " Nowhere Just grabbed a bite , " Elsa replied casually . P . When Technology Proves the Wronged Heiress Innocent