The Sight

What the Hell is That Thing?

Chapter 1: What the Hell is That Thing?

A cool, crisp November breezed brushed over Lily's whole body as she walked down the New York City sidewalk. A shiver ran down her spine from its touch. Her partner in crime, Ben Shaw, glanced over at her.

"Crap its cold," she said and Ben chuckled.

"We're almost there," he said. He was talking about Wired Up. It was a small cafe in the village in Manhattan; the two went together almost every afternoon.

The little light of the cafe came into view, making Lily smile on that oh-so-familiar New York sidewalk. Wired Up was filled with the usuals and the occasional one-stoppers looking to get coffee. The walls were a lazy green with some exposed brick. The hardwood floors shifted under the added weight of Lilly and Ben stepping into the cafe. People lined the bars along the perimeter of the cafe, plugged into the wall; perched on high, metal bar stools.

Scattered across the floor of the shop were tables. At the south end of the shop was a tiny stage with patched bean bags littering the floor surrounding it.

They walked up to the barista and the first thing Lily noticed was her unusual golden eyes. "Can I get a skinny vanilla latte decaf with cinnamon," she ordered and the waitress nodded. Ben orders his drink along with Lily's since today was her turn to pay.

"Think it's a poetry slam?" She asked Ben and he shook his head. They started to walk over to some bean bags next to a small coffee table.

"Nah I saw them picking up some speakers in an alley, it's an indie band." He confirmed as he let his body hit the bean bag with a thump.

"Damn, I like those poetry slams," she said, plopping down into the seat. "It's entertaining to hear the poetry that kind of sucks. I feel bad for the indie bands most of the time," she said and Ben nodded his head.

"Nobody pays attention," he said and Lily nodded her head. There was a comfortable silence between them when the barista called their names.

"I paid so you pick up," Lily jabbed Ben's arm and he chuckled before getting up and going over to the pickup bar. She gazed at the small stage from her bean bag. She looked over the wooden stage. Worn from years of performances and the like, the wood looked like it needed work. 

Then a girl entered the store who looked about 17. Her eyes glowed an icy blue and her long golden brown hair stretched as far down as her lower back and swished as she walked. Lily watched the girl walk across the cafe with semi-interested eyes. The girl turned and noticed Lily staring at her. She only stared with a confused expression and walked away.

"Here you are, Lil." Ben handed Lily her mug of coffee.

"Did you see that girl come in?" She asked. She stirred her drink with one of the little drink wands.

"What girl?" he asked and Lily looked over at him.

"The one with the blue eyes and long brown hair," she tells him and he laughs.

"Are you conjuring up girls in your mind for me?" He laughed and Lily shook my head.

"You seriously didn't see her?" She asked again and Ben shook his head.

"Nope, I think you're going crazy. Maybe it's from all the coffee," he said. He tried to pull her mug away, but she smacked his hand.

"Or maybe it's from you," she said. He laughed at her attempt to be sassy. Right as he was about to make a comeback, a man climbed up on the stage. He stood up at the mic and looked out to the crowd.