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."