Adjusting my canvas jacket, our eyes meet momentarily and he turns away, I frown but i make my way to the table nonetheless.
“Hey Aiden” I venture cautiously, almost instinctively i touch the old camera hanging from my neck .
“Hi” His curt reply pierces me, I slump over in the seat across from him. He pauses and shoots me an apologetic look through dull, lifeless eyes.
“What can I get you two?” A waiter dressed in blue …show more content…
“Oh,” It was the waiter’s turn to fumble “R-right away Ma-Sir” Our eyes follow the waiter as he makes his way over to the mean looking chef and promptly leans in asking what on earth a teenager comes into a cafe to ask for fresh fruit for. A stifled giggle from him sends us both into a fit of laughter, eradicating all evidence of the all encompassing gloom only moments ago. I look up and I see the familiar eyes i used to see daily.
“Scoot” He whispers, swinging around the table to take the seat next to me.
“Well Jo? What are you waiting for?”He looks up at me expectantly, I awkwardly reach toward his face unsure of what to do, “The camera, ya dumb”.He gestures at the beautifully stained windows. A grin spreads across my face as i raise my camera. Suddenly the doors to the kitchen swing open and 4 chefs step out, they’re all as lean as the first and they approach us rapidly. The closest one pulls a small orange container from his pocket and tries to give it to me only for Aiden to kick it out of his hand. Confused, i look at him but i see his eyes have changed again, they are filled with fear. My eyes follow the container as it hits the floor, spilling several small white pills. I try to reach for them but find that i can't move my arms. I look up to Aiden only to find that he has disappeared. Instead i am once again in front of old Tennessee Cafe, Like clockwork I push