CHAPTER FORTY
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll finish up around here and close once its time,” Mrs. Carter offered me a toothy grin and admittedly the first actual smile I had seen from her. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she was being so nice to me for whatever reason. It was strange and making utterly uncomfortable.
“Thank you once again, Mrs. Carter,” I picked up my backpack, strung it over my shoulder with my hoodie resting on my arms.
I made my way to the boy leaning by the door, his gaze contorted into a light frown as though in deep thought. The moment I got closer, he snapped out of whatever haze he was caught in then straightened his varsity jacket.
“Let’s get going,” I said or more like snapped literally.
All throughout the ride to the café, only silence fi
