Outside, the neon sign buzzed. The apostrophe still flickered.
"I'm looking for someone," he said. His own voice sounded too loud, too sharp—like breaking glass in a library. soft restaurant full crack
Jesse tried to scream. What came out was a soft, wet sigh. Outside, the neon sign buzzed
"Can I help you?" she whispered. Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere. The sound vibrated in Jesse's teeth. a waitress stood frozen mid-pour
At the counter, a waitress stood frozen mid-pour, coffee pot tilted, a dark brown arc of liquid hanging in the air like a frozen rope. Her name tag read "FLO." Jesse leaned in. Her eyes moved.