Ch.6 Late Night Thinkers

I approached the doors of the diner and fetched my phone from my pocket. I moved right beside them so I was out of the way of people and answered the call. “Yello.” ‘What’s up loser? What the, why’s it so noisy?’ I moved away from the doors and farther to the side of the building. “Well, I’m actually at a diner.” ‘You? At a place of comfort and joy? No.’ I rolled my eyes. “Haha, I have no food idiot.” She chuckled and continued. ‘So anything new?’ “I got a case. But it’s been let go for so long. It’s practically gone cold because no one cares. An 11 year old girl has been missing this whole time.” ‘Well I’m glad you’re on it. You obviously care so do you’re best!’ I smiled with a nod. Then my normal life suddenly shattered as remember what had transpired earlier. The little boy. Would she believe me? No, but someone else saw it. How would I even tell her? ‘Well I gotta go, chief has me working the night shift. Talk to ya later dude.’ “Bye.” Well there goes that idea. I approached the doors once again and had to sidestep a couple people exiting. Suddenly a waft of warm wind encased me as I walked in. The air smelled of pumpkin spice latte and sweet caramel. It was so nostalgic, like Christmas and Halloween put together. I love it. It’s so inviting. I took a bar stool and looked around. There was bright neon lights that spelled out different words. The curtains were thick but brightly colored with greens, yellows, blues and pinks. I bet this place is pretty in the day with those. The floors were checkered which seems appropriate. There was decor everywhere but it didn’t feel like too much. It was like a house made out of candy and it appealed to everyone. Old rock and roll records were hung o the wall, along with pictures of older celebrities. Elvis, Micheal Jackson and The Jackson 5 which is a nice change. Then a voice startled me to reality. “Hey there dear, what can I getcha?” “Oh! Um…” I just ordered a burger and fries, and a coffee of course. She nodded and walked off to the back. I continued to look around when I began to get caught up in my thoughts. When should I contact Josiah? Not tonight, it’s too late. Suddenly my phone buzzed again. This time it was short. I took it out again and looked at the screen. There was a text from Raine. Huh. It read, ‘Hey so when do you want talk? The more I think about what we saw the more I feel like it didn’t happen and I feel like I’m going crazy.’ I smiled and typed back. ‘Are you free right now?’ He responded quickly. ‘Yeah, sure.’ ‘Great.’ I typed in a certain diners address and waited for my company to arrive.