Emelie was about to let out a witty retort, but the words died in her throat as she finally took a moment to look around.
The previously desolate diner had completely transformed during their conversation. Every single wooden booth was now packed to capacity. She noticed some were even holding up the morning news sheet, whispering furiously while gesturing toward them both.
"We should probably get out of here since we're done eating anyway. Before someone gathers the courage to come over and ask for an autograph."
"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "Fair point. Let's bounce."
"Bounce? We're bouncing now? Is that what we're doing–"
"EMY!"
"Holy fuck–! Why'd you scream at me!?"
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"Why…? What did I say?"
"... N-Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Stop being so weird." Emelie shook her head as she pulled her hood back over her face.
'Is that you Michael? Have you become Emelie De Santa?'
