62 Nikki

We talk for minutes more, only stopping when more and more people come into the isle. Eventually our conversation leads us to the line, where we check out our books giggling when the woman behind the counter winks at our choices. Afterwards, we head to the local café, not a block away from the library, and grab a seat with a coffee in one hand and our newest books in the other.

“So, where did you grow up?” Clara asks while she takes a sip from her mug. The coffee shop is one that is meant to have a cheesy theme. This one’s theme is futuristic and so far, they have missed the marker tremendously. Clara is currently sipping form a mug that has a Star Wars logo on it.

“Kind of everywhere. I moved around a lot as a kid, but my brother and I settled here in New York a little over a year ago.” It’s not exactly a lie, but the last thing I want to do is scare Clara away by proving just how messed up my past and present are. “What about you?”