My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF



Chapter 0360

Niral

Enzo and I followed the old man, Frank, into the diner.

We were short on time, but Frank was right; we had an important journey ahead of us, and we couldn't accomplish our goals on nothing but coffee and potato chips. Neither of us had eaten in over a day by now, and we were both starving.

Frank opened the door to the old retro diner, causing the little bell to hit the glass and jingle loudly. This diner was a lot like the one that I worked at; there were some vinyl-covered booths in the windows along with a long, enamel counter lined with stools. Everything seemed to be either a shade of sky blue or cream white - even the waitress's uniform. It was, essentially, the quintessential North American diner. Aside from the fact that the people here were all werewolves or some other form of occult, it didn't really even feel as though I set foot outside of Mountainview.

for the waitress, Frank led us over to a booth in the corner and slid into the seat with a grunt, as though his old bones felt strained just from the process of sitting down. Enzo

a blue dress with a white apron, almost exactly like the one that I wore at the diner in Mountainview - came up to us and poured steaming black coffee into three thick mugs without a word. She plopped a small pitcher of creamer down on the

bit of a sigh. "Good

was a man of few words. I quickly began to realize that maybe that was just the way he

us both up and down deliberately. She was chewing a piece of gum, and smacked

"Who're you?"

the waitress's glare. Enzo,

that Enzo really was from this place, after all, and maybe the way that he spoke back in Mountainview wasn't

the fact that these people didn't ask too many questions. Whether or not they simply didn't care or they genuinely didn't want to get involved in the doings of outsiders was a

Frank suddenly