Brisa glanced back as Peter and Grace entered the shop, unsure of what to do."Yes. I'm sure." Peter said, quickly glancing out a window so he didn't have to meet the eyes of the people sitting by him. How come I was fine at the park, but not in a completely casual situation?
"Yes. I'm the adopted one." He took his eyes away from the window for a second to glance shyly at her. "Nah, not really. I mean, I'm used to my sister." Peter cracked a small grin.
Realizing that they had stopped, Peter unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out, not waiting for Camilla's response. He walked up to Grace, "Have mom or dad texted you?"
"Yeah. Said they're still working."
"Oh,"
The siblings headed in after the others, in a silent agreement not to discuss their parents' working hours. They looked around at the keys in the seemingly nonthreatening shop.
(Sorry for the short post)
