To say Charlie was a tad jumpy today would be an understatement. She felt like she was trapped in some sort of bad dream that she just couldn’t seem to shake. Last night when she went to bed she was a 16 year old girl stressing out about her english test and how to fix things with the guy whose trust she’d broken. Now here she was looking older, more tired and less and less like the confident girl she’d been before. Not knowing where she was or even who she was anymore Charlie went off to find some comfort in a familiar place. On her way to her favourite diner she found herself staring at the store fronts around her, everything seemed to have changed not just her. She was so caught up in taking the city in that she walked right into someone, dropping this ratted old notebook she was carrying around. “Shit— I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She quickly apologized and scrambled to her feet to pick up bits of paper she’d printed off of the internet to try and help her piece everything back together. “That was my bad. I’m sorry.” Charlie was still mumbling as she rose to her feet. “Do you by any chance know what happened to the diner that used to be on the corner there? I haven’t been done here in a while and could have sworn it was over here. Did it move or close down?”
Marcus was busy texting on his phone, not looking where he was going when he knocked into someone. He stopped instantly, turning to make sure the other person was okay. “SHit, sorry, you okay?” Marcus asked quickly, putting his phone away. He followed her line of sight, looking at the shops. It looked different, but Marcus couldn’t remember what had been here before, well, only a few weeks for him. Teenage Marcus hadn’t really paid attention to shop fronts. “Sorry, no idea, I can’t even remember what he was here before. Could try googling, someone normally pops up on there. Are you new to the area?”
















