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“What can I get started for,” Clarisse’s customer service smile dropped with all pretense of cheer. “Oh. It’s you two.”
“I’d love a rootbeer!” Mirro beamed brightly through her boyish disguise.
“Hot tea,” Kerri groaned uncomfortably at the table under her dark hood.
Clarisse crossed her arms over her pink uniform, “Seriously? Why y’all here?”
Kerri glanced out the greasy diner window.
“It’s not like we want to be! I just, couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.”
“Oh, and how about an apple pie ala mode?” Mirro nodded merrily at her menu.
“Whatever trouble y’all’re in, I ain’t helpin’ y’all.”
“You might be surprised,” Kerri grumbled, mostly to herself. “For now, this is the only place I could think of that future me wouldn’t look for us.”
“I don’t like it. Y’all serious about those orders?”
Mirro’s nod was more enthusiastic than Kerri’s. Clarisse shook her head and headed to the back counter. The day had been full of close calls, and Kerri was still wracking her brain for any way out. She didn’t know why her future self was trying to kill her best friend and even hiding out at their worst enemy’s diner seemed unlikely to buy them much time.
Soon the disguised girls had their drinks, and Clarisse returned with Mirro’s pie. Mirro looked hopefully up at their nemesis.
“Could I get a candle for the pie? It’s my birthday.”
Clarisse returned Mirro’s gaze skeptically, “You have a birthday?”
The monster hunting waitress rolled her eyes but went for the candle. Kerri looked sadly across the table at Mirro.
“I’m so sorry.”
Mirro cocked her head curiously, “For what?”
“That all of this is happening on your birthday.”
“I’m not,” Mirro raised her rootbeer in a toast. “This has been my best birthday ever!”