Annabelle

It was fun being at Quincella's, until we had to decide what to order. I was trying to focus on my menu, but some boy that looked familiar kept staring at me, taking a moment to laugh at his friends jokes, and started staring again. I don't know if it's just a me thing, but I don't like to be stared at, so I kept looking over my shoulder. I played it off like I was taking in the atmosphere, but it was driving me crazy that I felt like I knew where this boy was from.

After about five minutes, the waitress came into my peripheral view. I turned back to my menu, frantically flipping through the pages and trying to decide what to order. In the time it took Mack and Gabriella to order, I decided on a grilled chicken marinated in Quincella's signature Italian dressing and cavatappi noodles.

Just after the waitress walked away, a man came over the intercom. "Would the owner of the black Toyota SUV please come to the front desk?" All the blood flushed away from Gabriella's face. She grabbed the money out of her pocket, dumped it into Mack's lap and walked off as if she was in a trance.

"Whatd'ya think that's all about?" Mack asked me.

"I don't know," I looked over Mack's shoulder at Gabriella, who was trying to talk all adult like to the front desk.

"Whatever, I just want my food!" Mack slammed her fork and knife down on the table like she was staging some sort of protest. I faked a laugh, still worried about Gabriella.

"You seriously aren't worried at all?" I asked, a look of concern and confusion appearing on my face.

"No, she can handle herself. Besides, she is 'eighteen'" Mack said with air quotes around the word 'eighteen'. I forced another laugh and continued to look over my shoulder at whoever was staring at me.