The cool morning air flowed through the dirty streets, picking up forgotten newspapers and sending them sailing through the air. I watched them as I stood leaning against the wall of the motel. I could hear everyone else getting ready to leave inside but I made no move to help the packing up process. Last night was filled with lengthy arguments as to why Kendra’s “plan” was a bad idea.
I thought it was a good one even though it was to help me land a date. No one was going anywhere alone with her plan, well, everyone but Peter. I’d go with her to stake out the science building her father was based out of. There was a restaurant beside it with very limited seating but it would be the perfect place for a lunch date. Peter was in charge of finding out who else was involved from the college.
