After weaving through a few streets, we stop in front of a shop with a clock on the sign that says “Zanders.” This must be the place. He starts to go in, but I tug on his hand.
“You shouldn’t interact with your family. You might change too much. I don’t think we could convince your parents to stay home, since we’re strangers. We should wait until the robber comes and stop him.” I don't think he had a plan past getting here.
He frowns down at me, and thinks for a moment. Glancing in the window, he sighs and his face droops. There’s a pretty blonde lady and a tall thin, man talking to a customer. They laugh.
“I suppose you’re right. Let’s get something to eat. We’ll come back when it's time for them to leave.”
“Sounds good.”
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Once we finish eating, he shows me around a few cool hi
