'I'LL BURN YOU... AND THEN EVERYONE ELSE...'
"You look feverish, sweetheart. Are you sure you're okay?"
Tonya's hand halted from writing on the coffee sleeves. Sensing the worry on those words, she shoved the weird voices from her dream then looked up. She smiled upon recognizing who was staring back curiously at her. It was Mrs. Rogers, one of their coffee shop patrons.
"I'm fine." Her lie came out smooth. Then pretending that it was something else that had caused her to space out, she shook the marker in her hand and chirped, "Just... ran out of ink. Is it okay not to write your full name?"
"Oh! Of course, sweetie. Not a big deal--"
She didn't wait for their customer to finished talking anymore and slid the sleeve to a paper cup. She was talking with their customer one moment, and t
