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A New Friend: Part 13I sigh and walk out of the workshop.
"She is the most stupid, bull headed-"
"Hey, Leo." Liv says.
"Ahh!" I yell, shocked.
It's only Liv...
"Hi..." I shuffle my feet, embarrassed.
"Is... RJ ok?"
"Oh, yeah, she's fine, begging to be up, but she's fine."
"Good." She hugs me suddenly. "Thank you for saving me."
My eyes widen, but I hug her back.
Smiling, she leads me back into the main room and sits by the TV.
We sit together and turn the TV on.
I guess that was easier than expected...
"Liv..." I say, clearing my throat.
"Yeah, Leo? What's up?"
"I... erm, well, I just wanted to say..."
She turns to me, and looks sheepish. "I want to say something first..."
"Ok... go on..."
"Oh, no, it's fine, if you needed to say something..."
I clear my throat again.
"I, erm... I kinda, well..."<
A New Friend: Part 12I look down into the chamber.
Liv's being kept in a cage.
My head is unbearable.
I whip round.
"Leo! What the-" I take a deep breath, irritable because of the pain. "What are you doing here?"
"You think I'm going to stay there with Donnie worrying? You need help..."
"I'm senseing an 'and' in here."
"And I want to save her..."
I smile and turn back to the window.
"Right, she's in that cage, and literally ALL the Foot is in there."
"So how do we get in there?"
"I guess I could try blending you in?"
"Is that even possible?" Leo asks.
"Maybe, I don't know, it might work. I mean, I've made stuff blend in before, but it wouldn't work unless I held your hand."
"Ok..." Leo says cautiously, glancing back to where Donnie's waiting.
I roll my eyes and take his hand, willing myself to blend in.
"Donnie?" I ask into the earpiece. "Did both of us disappear?"
"I think so."
"Tell me again." I say, turning back and blending again.
"Yeah, you did."
"Right." Leo says, taking a k
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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