"'Well then, aloha,' she waved. 'Create a nice day.'
I stopped and turned back toward her. 'What was that you said — Create a nice day?'
'Yes.'
'Well, most people say, Have a nice day.'
'I suppose they do.'
'It's just that an old teacher of mine - he used to say that.'
'Really,' she nodded, smiling at me in a funny kind of way. 'How interesting.'
My reality meter started buzzing; my tongue went a little numb. Was something a little off?
She stared at me again, then impaled me with a look so intense the café disappeared. 'I know you,' she said.
Suddenly, everything grew brighter. I felt my face flush, and my hands started to tingle. Where had I last felt like this? Then I remembered. An old gas station, one starry night." Book 1, Where...