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uncomfortably while I waited for someone—anyone—to order a stupiddrink.
    “Honey, I’ll take a Coke, no ice,” the woman next to the father figure kindly interrupted. She had a beautiful accent and piercing brown eyes. Her jet-black hair, parted down the middle, looked as though she’d poured a bottle of shine serum on it. I scribbled her order on my notepad for a distraction from her immaculatebeauty.
    “And I will have a Bloody Mary,” shot the mermaid-looking girl next toher.
    “Gabriella, por favor ,” the woman said to the younger one. She must have been the girl’s mother with that reprimandingtone.
    “Sorry, I can’t serve to minors,” I replied apologetically.
    An amused burst of laughter came from the blond boy sitting next to her. She shot him an incredulous look and then turned to me slyly. “I am not a minor,” shesaid.
    I had no idea if she was telling the truth, but I felt threatened for some reason. Note to self: mermaid girl is at least twenty-one .
    “No, I mean I can’t serve to minors. I’m not twenty-one yet,” Isaid.
    With her eyes narrowed, she pressed her lips together and pouted. “All right, give me a Coke, no ice.”
    “Anyoneelse?”
    “Yes, I will take a Coke as well, with ice.” Lucas smiled. His blue eyes sent gratifying pulses down my body. I lookedaway.
    “What do you got, blondie?” the blond boysaid.
    “ Por favor, amor .” Gabriella rolled her r s dramatically as she rolled her eyes. She seemed more on edge than the rest. I wondered who’d poisoned herwater.
    “I have all Coke products, lemonade, iced tea, or coffee,” I offered.
    He let out a prolonged sigh and smiled. “I’ll take an iced tea; I’m feeling quite refreshed tonight.” He chuckled, looking oddly animated compared to the rest, who all seemed depressed.
    “You’re such a show-off, Dylan. I’ll have a coffee with extra cream,” said a voice behindme.
    It was the short-haired woman who’d seemed to be talking about me earlier. She sat alone on her couch, smiling warmly at me as if we were old friends. It gave me a funny feeling, as did the tattoo over her neck. This tattoo thing was beginning to seem bizarre.
    I looked down at my notes, wishing to get away. “So I have two Cokes with no ice, one with ice, one iced tea, and one coffee with extra cream. Anything for you, sir?”
    I looked back up into the father’s eyes. Though not as striking as the mother’s, they were the same shade of blue as his son’s, and he was nearly as good looking. He gave me a puzzled look, scratching casually at the black scruff on his chin. Finally, the leg folded over his lap dropped to the floor and he scooted to the edge of the couch. “Nothing for me, but I have a couple questions foryou.”
    “Yes?” Isaid.
    “How old areyou?”
    “Eighteen.”
    “So you are in highschool?”
    “No, sir. I’ll be starting college in a couple ofweeks.”
    He fell silent, and his head nodded as he seemed to ponder what I last said. “Which school will you be attending?”
    “Sierra Nevada College,” I answered, suddenly wondering why I was telling thetruth.
    “Do you plan to live at home while attending?”
    I swallowed. “Yes.”
    As I tried to pretend these questions didn’t bother me, his expression became disapproving. That bothered me too. He looked tired all of a sudden and shifted in his chair. “You know what? I’m feeling quite parched. Would you be so kind as to add another Coke to theorder?”
    “Ice?”
    He laughed lightly. “ Claro que no . No, darling.”
    I walked away, stiff as a board, trying to make sense of them. Bri was waiting in the kitchen by the coffee burners.
    “What happened?” she asked eagerly. “You were there for a longtime.”
    “Well, all I got out of them were drinks. They all seem upset about something. It’s weird.” She looked confused. I walked to the soda fountain and begun filling up thecups.
    “Wait, ice! You forgot the ice,” Bri sputtered.
    “No, I