“Seriously, you got to talk to me, woman!” I kept asking her so many times already but she won’t budge. I knew that mom told her something about me, maybe a little bit of some crazy stories. “Here, wear this, it’s cold tonight!” She offered me her jacket but I didn’t take it. “I think, it’s the way around, Kate. I’m not cold, I think you are though. Your hands is shaking” I smirk. She wore the jacket back and asked “So, you’re going back to being the superstar, once you’re done here?”. I look at the sky and sigh, “It’s the only thing I’m really good at, you know”. She, somewhat, empathize with me, “that one I know”. We walk in silence, as the night gives us the quiet atmosphere we wanted. I saw this old comic bookstore, I go to when I was six “That’s still there?” I told her, I want t

