Chapter 22: Family Dinner
"Stop following me," Emily said, sitting on a park bench as Blue hovered around.
"Oh, what a coincidence," Blue smiled. "We meet again, for the third time in a single day."
He sat beside her. Emily paused, her gaze drifting toward the children playing, not on slides or swings, but glued to their phones and tablets.
She shook her head in disappointment. These brats. Why come to the park if you're not going to play on the slides?
"It's a wonderful day for a coffee, don't you think?" Blue asked.
"It's a wonderful day for my first murder," Emily replied, her tone flat.
"Ouch," Blue chuckled. "And you say I'm the hooligan?"
"Excuse me?" Emily glared at him. "What are you implying? Am I a hooligan?"
"No, I'm just..." Blue pointed toward the sky. "Look, UFO."
Emily chuckled, frustrated. "Grow up, will you? Even children don't believe in UFOs."
"Why not?" Blue shrugged. "We do fight aliens. There's always a chance to see one or two around."