GENRE: YA Light Sci-Fi/Fantasy
It doesn't feel like my lucky day.
I run my hands along my blouse to smooth out my nerves along with the wrinkles. We'd made it without being stopped. That made us lucky, I tell myself. My heart jumps as though it needs convincing.
Being caught here had consequences--big ones. Most people wouldn't risk the trip for something as simple as from-the-box pancakes. But I'm not like most people, especially most people here.
I scrunch down lower in my seat to hide from the bright fluorescent lights that illuminate the restaurant like a football stadium. The lights bounce off the checkerboard floors and red vinyl seats so convincingly that I almost believe I am in a 50's diner rather than a cave carved into the foothills outside of San Francisco.
Aiden slouches down in the bright red booth seat across from me and taps his fingers on the sterile metal table. I hadn't asked him to come. He'd insisted. Now he follows everyone in restaurant as though he is Clark Kent, ready to come to my rescue when needed. I don't need rescuing.
One more deep breath and I can relax enough to read the menu. Happiness tonic. Love shots. Anti-anxiety smoothie. Enticing, but even now I don't want my food messing with my brain. Nothing to interfere with the taste of home. The pancakes I came for are hidden at the bottom of the menu.