Snippet #1922087

Sebastian shook his head at Amerelle's offer of change. "No, it's okay. I'm not much of one for carrying change." He told the girl, remembering how his mother has always scolding him about jingling pockets when he was younger. He made a slight waving motion with his hand. "Don't worry about it, you keep it." He insisted giving her a slight smile. He then picked up the little brown paper bag of chicken strips for his sister from the table. He then headed towards the door that served as both the entrance and exit to the little diner. He walked outside into the warm summer air. He found his car in the parking lot and strode over to it. He put the key into the passenger's side door and pulled it open. He placed the bag of chicken trips on the seat and pushed the unlock button on the door. He then closed the door and went around to the drivers side. He got into his car and started it. On the way home he couldn't help but wonder about the girl he'd met. She just seemed so different, like she was keeping something locked away, buried beneath the smile. It intrigued him, he always loved mysteries, or attempting to solve them anyway.

When he got home he brought the still warm chicken fingers into the kitchen. "I'm back, and I brought lunch." He called out. He poured the chicken strips from the bag onto a plate. He placed the plate on the counter and walked into the playroom to find his sister and her caretaker engrossed in a game of chess. He smiled and chuckled a bit to himself, chess was one of his sister's favourite games. And he had to admit she was pretty good, she had even beaten him a few times and he was the only person who could beat her. "It's in the kitchen when you want it." He told her. He would probably end up going out again, pretending to be a tourist and doing touristy things for a while to occupy himself.