It was a dry, cool October Friday. The sky was a crisp blue, no clouds to be seen anywhere. Jennifer waited outside a rustic storefront for her three friends. It was in a less-busy district. There were still lots of people out and about, but it wasn’t as crowded as downtown. Jennifer watched some little black ants crawl over a dropped pizza slice, trying to pick it apart.
“They were supposed to be here by now,” Jennifer muttered to herself.
Jennifer looked back at the store.
It was a rustic little affair, with little bat and pumpkin streamers put up for the season. The sign, reading simply “Re-Shape Outfitters”, was wreathed in purple and neon-green tinsel. There was something about the store that made one want to go in; maybe it was the simple, homey brick-and-wood-paneling décor… maybe it was the smell of pumpkin spice that seemed to flow out of it.
Jennifer put her hand on the door, sure that Cliff and the others wouldn’t mind if she waited inside.