Two Whales Dinner, Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 8th, 2013 7:00 AM
James placed the bike along the side of the building and walked through the doors. The dinner was of medium size and was decently packed. He saw an A.B.P.D officer, a trucker, and some students from the school.
He sat along the bar of the restaurant and placed his head into his hands
"Can I help you?" a woman with a thick almost fake sounding southern accent said standing before him. James looked up to see the waitress, she looked to be of around 40 or so years of age. with faded blonde hair
"I'll uh, just have a coffee, sugar, and cream" The waitress jotted it down on a small notepad she walked off into the back of the building and James was left to his own devices again. He heard the front door open and close again but didn't to see who it was, he was more interested in waiting for his coffee.
Eventually, a cup was poured and placed in front of James, he thanked her as she walked off towards the back of the dining area. He could hear Joyce (The Waitress who served him earlier) initiating conversation from behind him so he did his best to discretely look behind him. Joyce was standing over the girl from Jefferson's class, Max Caulfield if he could remember correctly. James had helped the Caulfields a couple of times find a missing dog or something along those lines. She had also moved away for Seattle 5 years back but had come back to attend Blackwell.
Deciding to ignore their conversation, for now, James finally turned his attention to the coffee that was still sitting on the countertop. The door behind him opened again. turning his head again he saw a girl around his age, with short hair that was dyed bright blue and kept under a black skull cap
"Shit" James thought to himself, pulling up his hood "I wasn't expecting her to show up. I'm handing her this flash drive here, dammit. I just wanted a goddamn coffee!" James said in his head as began drinking his coffee rather quickly as opposed to sipping it as he had been earlier.
He kept overhearing More conversations sprouted behind between Joyce, Max, and his contact. Minutes passed and James kept his head down, Shifting between Listing on the conversation behind him, and being lost in his own thoughts. Caulfield and his client had been talking about something pertaining to the contents of his contact's pockets Which oddly enough Caulfield guessed everything exactly correctly.
"Tell me what is gonna happen in the next minute," The girl said enthusiastically. There was a pause
"First that trucker is going to drop his cup' Max said quietly "Then that cop is going to get a call but his partner will ditch him, the two in the booth will fight but Joyce will break them up, the Jukebox will go nuts after a cockroach crawls into it, and then the guy with the hood will get up and leave" she concluded.
Her last comment caught James' attention. She had noticed him, but had not yet identified him. Either way, James felt it was time to leave, he had already paid for the coffee and had left a tip as he always did. He was about to rise from his seat when the sound of ceramic breaking caught his attention, the trucker at the other end of the bar had knocked over Just as she had predicted. Then the Police Officers radio went off, he responded and stood up. Then his partner in the Police Cruiser peeled off sirens blazing, leaving the man in the dinner behind.
James began to feel uncomfortable "Who is this girl?" he thought to himself as he shifted. Then Justin and Trevor started arguing and slapping each other. Joyce quickly broke up the fight that ensued "Take your fight club outside!" she pointed to the door.
James could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Finally, the Jukebox at his end of the dinner started going haywire. James' eyes went wide at the sight. He quickly stood up and headed for the door. James overheard his contact speak with so much excitement about heading to her 'secret place'. James quickly hopped on his bike and began peddling off as fast as he could, allowing the wind current to blow his hood off. One, he wanted to go off and wait for his contact at American rust, and two. He wanted to get as far away from her as quickly as possible The whole time thoughts swirled in his head like a vortex.
"How did that she call all of that?" James thought as he peddled. He remembered hearing something they said while he overheard their conversation about her being able to control time or something like that. James brushed the absurd idea off "There is no way she is able to control time. Thats Sci-Fi bullshit, she's bluffing. It has to be some kind of coincidence. I-It has to be..." but soon he arrived at the entrance of the Junkyard.
He stood up from his bike completely winded and walked it down towards a pile of abandoned cars ready to crushed and turned into new automobiles. He sat down on the ground waiting, trying to clear his head.