Chapter 87: Retro
While Amelia wasn’t sure what she expected, whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t a humble little corner store located on a fairly deserted street. There couldn’t be even five people in the restaurant at the time, and when Aiden led them in, Amelia gulped.
To call it a restaurant might even be high praise. It looked more like an old-school retro diner, with checkered floors and vibrant red-white cushioned booths. The tables were white and so was the matching counter, while the walls were painted in a ghastly bright aquamarine shade.
Everything looked so familiar. Nothing had changed.
"You look disappointed," Aiden commented, bumping shoulders with Amelia slightly as he walked to a booth and sat down. "Upset that I didn’t bring you to a high-end restaurant? I am sure my brother has brought you to plenty."
"No, it’s not that," Amelia said. She tore her eyes away from the vinyl records that were hung on the wall as decoration. "I just didn’t realize that a rich boy like yourself would want to eat at someplace like this."
"My friends and I were racing in the area a while back," Aiden confessed. "This diner was the only place open past midnight. We needed quick food, and this place turned out better than we thought."
He raised a hand and flashed the waitress a dastardly handsome smile.
"The usual," he said. He then turned to Amelia. "Would you like to look at the menu?"
Amelia shook her head. "I’ll just have whatever you’re having."