Since the incident with Jeanie, Madisyn had been giving Waterway Diner a wide berth. Her fear of water had only spiked, and truly she was scared that the grubby little bartender was going to get her paws on her again, finish what she started. But still, the craving for a greasy burger and a creamy milkshake had overpowered her fears, and there was truly nothing like local and homemade. Maybe it was something about this place; the fast food restaurants didn’t just taste the same here. 

Still, her journey from the parking lot to the entrance had her paranoia in overdrive, checking over her shoulder every ten seconds, too focused on who could be behind her that she didn’t even consider who or what was in front of her. Colliding with someone, she screeched, frowning at the woman. “What are you doing — just standing there like that?” She commanded, letting her anger mask her pure terror.