Chapter 2: Trick or Treat
Becca stood anxiously outside the coffee shop, her ankles crossed over each other and her hands clasped tightly together. She was wearing her nicest outfit, though she knew it would pale in comparison to whatever Amy chose—Becca had always been a more laid-back person, the type to be called ‘adorable’ or even ‘quirky’ by people who wanted to compliment her, but she was rarely called pretty. She’d chosen a clean button-down with a white tank top beneath and heavy boots, and a pile of beaded bracelets on one arm. Her eyes—pierced three times, her biggest act of rebellion after she left for college—were laden with silver cuffs and chains. Her boots—black and heavy and practical, as usual—were actually clean, for once; a testament to the amount of care she’d put i
