Snippet #981046

He followed her like a lost puppy that knew no better as she led the way to a milkshake. And a burger and fries, but the milkshake was of top priority. He found burgers and fries in the trash all the time, but milkshakes were rarely thrown away, and when they were they weren't good for long. "Matt." He answered simply.
He came to a stop as they got to the diner. A small frown took hold of his lips. He had not considered they would need to go inside a restaurant to get food. He stood in front of the entrance and stared through the windows; it was empty but for a couple waitresses chatting at the counter with the cooks. But even without patrons, it felt crowded, the spaces between tables and booths narrow. And it was very well lit, and the windows were large, as if it was all one big display case. His pulse sped up a little.

Distracted by his growing anxiety, he completely missed Rose's second question. The boy didn't move from the sidewalk as his companions strode inside.