“Okay. I took the picture,” said Raquel. “Holy hell, I can’t believe it.” The crowd was still a crowd, but different on every level.
“What changed, bro... err... babe?” Asked Emile, still a bit weirded out by how fine his friend looked.
“Too much. I know... let’s play a game. Pick out people that look interesting and I’ll tell you who they were.”
Emil’s eyes darted around the room. “How about the old fat guy in a business suit?”
“He was a chubby woman in a foot locker uniform.”
“Okay. Kinda boring. Those three hot ass hipster chicks over there.”
“Hey! My hot ass is the only hot ass you should notice,” Raquel said slyly. “But seriously. They were three police officers - kind of boring and pudgy with buzz cuts.”
“Ha! Funny. How about the mom and dad with the two strollers?”
“Four teenagers - two boys - two girls”
“Wow. Damn. Okay. The pregnant lady?”
“A construction worker. She had two friends who just disappeared.”
“They just disappeared?” Asked Emile, a bit concerned.
“Yeah. So did the guy behind the counter at the Taco Bell who was running the register...” As she completed the sentence a tall black man picked lifted a toddler in a flowery sundress from behind the counter and he landed her to a middle aged woman who had moments before been a teen in a letter hacket.
“I don’t like this, Raquel, maybe we should stop...”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go home” Emile said, turning to leave.
“Ok,” answered Raquel. I better turn her back to Emily, she thought, and snapped a quick picture. Just like that, Emile was gone, replaced by...