22

~Meara

I stare at the window, watching fat droplets roll down the glass.

Being back at work is completely pointless. We haven't had a single customer all day, and my shift is nearly over.

Other than the money, though, I'm here because I'm fighting for a sense of normalcy.

Sire was confused when I told him I wanted to come back to work today, but he took me here anyway.

Because of the curse, though, no one is venturing out. Emma and I's bosses are insisting we take the risk by keeping the place open, and because she needs money and I need to get out of the house, we are here.

"I'm glad you're back," Emma says, flipping a hand towel over her shoulder.

"I can't believe this place is still open." I would laugh if it wasn't so sad. I wish I could tell the people that this sickness isn't contagious, although that would only cause more panic.

Emma smiles, leaning against the counter. "I would complain but it's nice and quiet and my friend has returned."

I rub the back of my neck.

When Sire w