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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.

the waitress, Frank led us over to a booth in the corner and slid into the seat with a grunt, as though his old

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

Frank," the waitress said with a bit of a sigh. "Good

that maybe that was just the way he talked to everything, and that

down deliberately. She was chewing a piece of gum, and smacked her lips

"Who're you?"

began, feeling small beneath the waitress's glare. Enzo, however,

that Enzo really was from this place, after all, and maybe the way that he spoke back in Mountainview

that these people didn't ask too many questions. Whether or

burgers," Frank suddenly said.