I knew they also had Lifestyle Chips implanted near the ink. The chips contained all their personal information and tracked their whereabouts. That was what should have beeped when the guard scanned my arm.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Paul asked.
“I’m fine.”
Dawn nudged him. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Oh,” he said. “Well, I’ll leave you two girls to talk.”
“You could have been killed!” Dawn said sternly, sitting on a chair next to mine. Then she got that mischievous grin on her face, familiar to me now from pictures and video, but even more charismatic in person. “I’m still glad you came over.”
I smiled. “Me too.” I forced myself to look at Dawn boldly, instead of sneaking glances like I usually did whenever I saw a cute girl. I tried to figure out where the gold ended and the brown began in her eyes.
“Do you always wear clothes like that?” Dawn asked, wide-eyed.
I looked down at myself and laughed. “I forgot I was in my waitress uniform.”