"We're here." Erica smiled at me as she parked the car. I stared in awe as I got out.

"Eri this amazing." I probably looked like a three year old child but I didn't care at the moment. "Come on, I wanna eat." We grabbed each others hands and ran inside.

"Hey Susan." Erica said to a blonde haired, green eyed girl behind the counter.

"Hi Erica. What'll you and your friend have?" Susan-Ihonestlydon'tknowherlastname-sighed, looking bored with the whole situation.

"Baconators!" We screamed at the top of our lungs.

"Calm down, you'll disturb our customers." Susan, again, sighed at us. She acts so old, how old is she? "Drinks?"

"Strawberry lemonade duh." Erica grinned at her. "Go find our seats Angie." Erica pushed me towards the tables as she stayed behind.

"Stop calling me Angie!" I groaned.

"Just find us a table."

I looked around, unable to figure out what table I wanted. Did I want one closer to the window or the one closer to the middle? Choosing the one near the window I looked around. I'm starving. 

"Angel, I got the food." Erica grinned as she held two bags in her hand. "Do you want to stay here or eat in the car?" She asked me, for no reason whatsoever.

"Stay here duh." I answered as I grabbed my drink. Putting my head on my hand, I looked outside. "Why?" I asked as I looked back over to her.

"I wanted to know what you wanted. It's your day." She sat down next to me, pulling out her phone. "Come on, let's take a picture." There are times when I forget that she's a photographer. "Smile Angel, we gotta savor it." We smiled widely as she took the picture. "New wallpaper!" She squealed and I went back to looking out the window.

"That's great." I said, staring at the cars that drove past and felt dread fill my stomach. Something's off. I need to get home. "Can we take this to go?" I asked looking back towards my friend.

"What happened to wanting to eat here?" Erica teased. "Okay let's go, bye Susan." We waved at here and walked outside to the car. "So what's wrong?" Erica asked as soon as she started the car.

"Something doesn't feel right. Check your gut." It really wasn't a question, it was a command.

"My gut's telling me something's off too. Let's get out of here." And like that the good times were over.