Looking Out For Mistletoe -Parapines

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"Neil." I answered, forgetting for a moment that he didn't know him even if I had brought him up before. I prepared a quick explanation in my head "that's-"

Dipped cut me off.
"The best friend, isn't it?"

I stared at him for two seconds without saying anything, and he did the same.
"...yeah." I said, happy to see that he remembered that.

Dipper seemed satisfied with himself as well, the corner of his lips hinting at smile for two seconds before he adverted his look to the table.

"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TWENTY MINUTES!" Mabel screeched from her spot, leaving us both surprised as we jumped in our seats. "Candy is gonna be here soon, and I still haven't gotten my food!"

I dared to look at the counter and I saw movement.

Holly shit.
It seemed that finally something had come out of the kitchen.

A depressed looking girl brought a bowl on top of an old plastic tray, and was one step away from throwing the thing at the top of the table with the way she placed it down.

"...please enjoy your meal and don't forget to rate us at EatThatFood.com..." she said with a zombified voice, the phrase clearly repeated way too many times.

"You damn right, I will, sister!" Mabel commented, swiping the bowl close to her.

The woman sighed, her shoulders slouching even further.
"...jesus, I don't get paid enough for this..." she whispered her breath as she walked away.

I couldn't help but stare at her.
It was weird seeing people this emotional out in the daylight.

Dramatic? Yeah, that was common. Now like this? Yeesh, never saw that in Blithe Hollow...

But then again, there was a kind of things here that had no place in Blithe. Weird creatures, triangle guys. Scary ghosts.

"Now, who wants some nachos?" Mabel beamed, offering us some from her bowl.

Scary ghosts...

My mind was someplace else, so it went unheard.

There was a chill in the air and I couldn't help but shiver at it.
Something in the back of my head had me on alert. I stared around the dinning area to see a man staring at us. He was reading a newspaper. When he saw me looking, he grunted, scolding me with his eyes before adjusting the paper to start reading again.

I felt another nervous chiver on my skin, and I gulped when I realized how out in the open we were. The ceiling was high, and beside a couple of potted plants, we were only surrounded by more chairs.

So...who was to say that nothing bad could happen?

I bit my bottom lip.

It's okay. Bill's got my back now.

But what if he failed? What if that thing came back?

After that, it was the clinking sound of a tea cup being placed down in a small plate that had my attention. A woman had a cup in one hand, a pocket edition book on the other, the pages perfectly yellow to show off it's use and age.

"Norman?"

How come the mall could be so small and empty but still seem crowded?
I could hear their voices, but not what they were saying. I saw a short woman leading the way as a short man followed her, his arms filled with bags. As he made a small stop to put them down and grab them better in his arms again, he took a quick glance at me, our eyes crossing ways for a few seconds before he moved on.