Snippet #1953055

"No look, take it, I don't need it and you soon will, forget we met and don't tell anyone. You might want to look into getting out of town for a bit, now I have to get out of here."

Ramona watched as the man took off in his car, leaving her with a sense of dread. What was going on? Slowly, she stuffed the money in her apron pocket and slowly backed away. Her body felt hot, flames licked and flickered in her palm before she clenched them in a tight fist, quleching the fire. Its what happened when she was nervous. And when something just wasnt right. Slowly she turned and hurried back into the diner, rushing pass Marge and Bob straight to the bathroom where she shoved hands under the sink facuet. The cool water running over her palms caused steam to rise and the scars to cease their tingling. At least for now. "Ramona? Are you ok dear?" Marge called through the door even though it was a public bathroom, she could've just walked in but she didnt. Its one of the reasons why she loved Marge.

"Yea, I'm fine!!" She called to her as she dried off her hands and hurried back out to the floor. "Just feeling a bit.. Weird" She added when Marge gave her that look that said she didnt believe her. "Was it that man?" Marge asked curiously as Ramona hurried out to help her waiting customers. She hadnt responded to Marge's question but the look on her face said it all before Marge turned to whisper to her husband. Ramonas brain was too busy buzzing with questions to actually pay attention to anything, her body was on autopilot. When she found herself brining orders to the kitchen, she sighed softly and ran her fingers through her hair. Where were friends when you need them?

Just then, loud sirens ran through the diner as firetrucks went racing passed. "Speaking of friends.." She murmured out loud as she hurried to the front like everyone else had. Off in the distance, you could see the dark smoke that rose into the sky. And that smoke looked awfully close to where Grace lived. "Marge! Bob! I'll be right back!" She called back to them as she hurried back to her locker to grab her keys before pushing her way to the crowd. It seemed only seconds as she made it into the car and revved the engine, the steering wheel under her hands began to melt before she blasted the AC. She had to see if Grace was alright, with that man showing up earlier had put Ramona on edge. Could he have something to do with the fire? Did he know about..? She shook her head and focused on driving. No one in town knows about her. Not even her family or her friends know. No. One. knew.

At least she was hoping no one did.