Makayla watched the police car pull away from the curb before she stepped up to the door of the café. Pulling the door open, she stepped inside and looked around. There were only a handful of people in it now. She walked over to one of the booths, slid her rain slicker off and tossed it on the seat before sitting down. Almost immediately, a waitress came to take her order.
“Hot tea, please,” Makayla requested in a soft, tired voice.
“Would you like anything else?” the waitress asked when she placed the tea on the table.
“A time machine,” Makayla responded before shaking her head in wry amusement. “No, nothing, thank you.”
The waitress nodded and disappeared around the counter. Makayla tiredly pushed back her tangled hair with a grimace. She had forgotten that she still hadn’t brushed i
