The girl with the blue streaks who loved being disorganized, purposefully leaving food in the oven too long to see how burnt it would get and loved all the colors because she thought it would be rude to the other colors if she didn't had been dead for two years when Percy visited her grave for the thirty-second time. Percy hated to remember himself before he met her. He had been a pompous idiot.
Percy sat down in the summer's heat and leaned against her grave. As he closed his eyes, he told himself he would just rest for a minute. He was due at Lucy's in an hour and he hadn't showered yet. Just last week, Molly told him he had to take better care of himself.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting at a table in Lucy's Diner, where he had met Audrey. That couldn't be right; Lucy's Diner had shut down fourteen years ago. He must be dead.
He looked over at the smiling, young version of Audrey sitting next to him. He reached over and grabbed her hand to make sure she was real. He was surprised to find a wrinkle free hand clutching hers.
"It's you," Percy whispered.
"It's you. Two years and that's it," Audrey teased, beaming at him.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Perce."
"Fred's here," Audrey said after a few moments of silence in which they stared at each other.
"Where?" Percy glanced around as though hoping to see him in the foggy diner. It appeared to be empty besides them.
She pointed to the door and smiled. "Shall we go?"
"Let's," he agreed, standing up. They linked arms and he smiled at her. "I love you."