Chapter 189 The Diner Waitress


    The way that that girl stared back at me almost seemed to awaken something in me. It was as though


    we knew each other somehow, as though we knew each other really well. In a strange way, I felt


    incredibly sad looking at her. It seemed as if she felt the same way, too. But what was even more odd


    was that she somehow looked almost exactly like Selena, as though she was Selena’s twin.


    “Baby?” Selena said, causing me to tear my eyes away from the girl. “What are you doing?”


    I quickly turned back to face the hockey game, shaking my head. “Nothing,” I said. “Just thought I saw


    someone I recognized.”


    Selenaughed. “That’s silly,” she replied, squeezing my arm. “You’ve never been here before.”


    “I know.”


    At least, I thought I knew. But even as the game ended and we headed out to have a drink at the local


    bar, I still couldn’t stop feeling as though all of this was oddly familiar to me. In fact, the longer I thought


    this way, the more I began to realize that I did know this town, and I did know that girl. Her name was…


    But I couldn’t remember her name. Maybe I was just seeing things after all.


    Selena and I made our way to the local bar. The town seemed quiet and cozy, which I enjoyed. It was


    one of those towns where everyone went to the local bar after dark, and everyone seemed to know


    each other. Maybe, I thought to myself, that was why that girl looked at me in such a strange way.


    Maybe she was just trying to figure out who these two strange students were,ing into her close-


    knit town.


    When we stepped into the bar, it was packed to the brim with students and townspeople. I nced


    around while Selena led me over to the bar to order our drinks; my eyes eventuallynded on a table in


    the corner, and there she was again. The girl.


    She was with a group of other people. I recognized them as the hockey team. The boy who had kissed


    her after the game had his arm on the back of her seat. Was he her boyfriend? For some odd reason,


    thinking about their kiss made me oddly jealous — but that wasn’t the only thing. As I studied the faces


    of the other people that the girl was with, I couldn’t help but feel as though I knew all of them, too. What


    was happening to me?


    Suddenly, Selena grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me down to her level. She locked our lips


    together tightly, pushing her tongue into my mouth almost too roughly. When we pulled away, there was


    a look in her eyes that almost seemed jealous and angry, but it was mesmerizing at the same time.


    And when I nced back at the girl in the corner, I realized now that I really didn’t know her at all.


    …


    Selena and I spent the night together in that dorm on campus. I still found it odd that she wanted to


    stay there instead of a hotel or something, but I decided not to question it. If this made my fiancee


    happy, then I didn’t mind one bit. Besides, this dorm seemed familiar, and I felt oddlyfortable in it.


    The next morning, Selena woke me up early. I had a hard time sleeping the night before with all of this


    strangeness going on in my mind, and would have much preferred to sleep in a little longer.


    “Baby, wake up” she whined, shaking my shoulder and causing me to wake with a jolt. “I want coffee.


    Let’s go out.”


    I rubbed my eyes and sat up, yawning. Before I could ask her to give me a few minutes to wake up


    fully, Selena was already jumping out of the bed and getting dressed. Without a word, she tossed some


    clothes down on the bed for me and waited impatiently while I got dressed myself.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    “I heard there’s a cute little cafe around here,” she said, tugging me along by my hand as we made our


    way across the campus and toward town once more. “I want coffee from there.”


    “Anything for you, love,” I said, although I was still rather sleepy.


    Now that it was daylight outside, I could see that some of the stores in town were boarded up, which


    solidified my theory that the Crescents must have had something to do with the state of the town. But


    the people here seemed to have bounced back rtively well, which made me oddly more happy than I


    expected it to. It really did feel as though I had some sort of connection to this town.


    The cafe was warm andfortable when we arrived. Selena slid into a window seat and waited


    grumpily with her arms folded across her chest while I got us coffee and something to eat; she had


    never been much of a morning person, so I bought her a sweet pastry to cheer her up.


    As I walked back to our table, however, my eyes suddenly caught something through the window.


    It was the girl, walking on the other side of the street. She was wearing what looked like a blue waitress


    uniform underneath her coat and had a leather satchel slung over her shoulder. There was a bright red


    scarf wrapped around her neck, billowing in the wind as she walked briskly. She looked like she was


    going to work.


    She didn’t look at me; of course, she couldn’t see me. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her — at


    least, not until Selena suddenly banged the table with her fist, causing me to jump and nearly spill our


    coffee.


    “Why do you keep staring at her?” she snarled, her blue eyes slightly glowing with rage. “I don’t like it.”


    “I-I’m sorry,” I muttered, shaking my head as I set down our food and drinks. “It’s just… That girl kind of


    looks like you, doesn’t she? It’s uncanny.”


    Selena whipped her head around to get onest nce at the girl before she disappeared from sight,


    then scoffed as she turned back to re at me. “You really think I look simr to a lowly diner


    waitress?” Her voice was low, almost a whimper, and she was pouting now with her arms folded across


    her chest.


    Once again, I shook my head vehemently. I slid into the booth seat next to her and wrapped my arms


    around Selena, pulling her close and nting a kiss on the top of her head. “Of course not, my love,” I


    whispered, putting my hand under her chin and lifting her face to meet my gaze. “You’re nothing like


    any girl I’ve ever seen.”


    Selena’s frown turned into a smirk then. She reached up and nted another wet kiss on my lips


    before returning to her coffee and her pastry. “Ooh!” she eximed, pping her hands together


    excitedly. “Pain au choct! My favorite.”


    While Selena ate happily and drank her coffee, however, I couldn’t seem to stomach mine. I kept


    catching myself staring out that window in the direction of where that oddly familiar girl disappeared to.


    And each time I did, I felt more and more sad. In an inexplicable way, I wanted to leave Selena here


    and follow the girl who looked strangely like her.


    I just wished that I could understand why I felt this way about someone who I had never met