As the days have gotten hotter, swinging by the gardens in the evening wasn’t quite that comfortable between the heat and the mosquitoes. That’s how he found himself early in the morning parking in front of The Roast for an oat milk latte and as he stepped inside it seemed like everyone else in Edgewood had the same idea. As he stepped in line to queue, Spencer eyed the tables in hopes of getting lucky. He didn’t like to rush or take his coffee to go. When someone bumped into him as they walked past he almost turned to leave, but there were only 2 more people in front of them. 

‘Just a few more minutes,’ he thought as he kept focused on the people around him and when he could see someone else stepping way too close he used his powers instinctively. The person’s elbow passed through his arm and he tensed. ‘Don’t act suspicious, even if someone just saw that guy pass clean through me, it’s morning, they didn’t have their coffee yet.’ Spencer took a step forward as the queue moved and avoided looking around him. 

welcome to coolsville

For such an obnoxiously named place, you would never suspect it to house so many secrets. On the surface it looks like any small town you might pass by in Louisiana, no story worth mentioning aside from the ones the locals hold dear. It’s a small town – too small for there to be any intrigue or excitement. Your plan is to pass through it and get some gas, maybe eat at the retro looking diner on the corner.

As you fill up the tank of your car, your eyes happen to wander to the headline of the newspaper someone had unsuccessfully stuffed into the trashcan. It reads:

Alex’s eyes widened in mock-shock. “Wait, whoa. Men and women can be friends without being all smoochy romantic?!”

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