Don't you just love road trips?

Been free to go wherever you want to, the only restriction would be how far can take you your car. No limit on the amount of people you can meet, you can even take some with you. And, just like the gas, the only restriction would be the money, as when it's coming to an end, you must return.

I always loved road trips even since I was little, when Dad used to take me through Route 66. Every year, we discovered something new and we had new memories about it. I won't forget the time when we had two flat tires on the same day, only 300 miles once from the other! It is hilarious, looking back. I remember not being very happy when that happened, as he left me along with the car to get to the closest mechanic shop.

Anyway, I'm doing this on my own this time, as Dad is not feeling in the best health conditions. I insisted that going on a trip could be good for him, the doctors and even Mom insisted that he came with me, but he refused, saying that he had his share of adventures and that it was my time to go on my own and be free.

I'm super worried about him and, even stopping at the old stops, people ask about him. I told them about his situation and they promised that, when I passed by returning, they would have some gifts for him. People are so thougtful, it makes be very proud of them. I was stopping by this old diner, on route 95, going down to San Fransisco. Their lemon pie is just delicious!

"My, my, my! Looks like is that time of year again!" I chuckled at the greeting old Ma John gave me when I crossed the door "Johnny! Start making yur pie! Chelsea is here!"

"Chelsea is back?!" A very excited head appear from the kitchen, making me laugh hard "Oi! I can still spit on your pie!"

"Awh, you wouldn't dare, would you Johnny?" I batted my eyelashes at him, innocently. He grumbled and went back to the kitchen, complaining about 'manipulative girls' and 'why I have to fall for her charms every time'. I chuckled while hugging Ma John "I'm so glad to see you again, Ma John..."

"We missed you as well, sweet pie..." she placed me at arm length, checking me out "Why, look at you... You're a lady now... Where's that old man of yours?" My smile twitched for a second.

"He's at home... He's sick and didn't want to travel this year..." I was tired of giving explanations to everyone, but I know their intentions were good ones. Ma's sad face told me everything I needed to know.

"Oh, my! Darling, I sorry I asked..." she apologized, but I waved her apology "You're gonna take one lemon pie to your old man, no paying. On the house" she insisted, sternly, but friendly. I smiled at her.

"Thank you, Ma... That's very thoughtful of you..." I admitted, before leaning close "Between you and me, I think I'm gonna take home 10 pounds of food, as every other diner on the route told me they want to give something to Dad..." I whispered, making her laugh loud. She then walked to the back of the diner, to get my order, so I did the usual.

I looked around and watched people.

There was nothing ordinary in the couple that was seated by the window. They were talking in whispers and always watching the door, like if they were being followed by someone or feared to rush into troubles anytime soon. It took me several peeks to see them properly, but I've never seen a most odd looking couple in my life.

The guy was tall and built, like if he surfed or anything. Around thirty and something, his hair was jet black and had a thick beard. He was wearing some old and tattered T-shirt under a shirt and was wearing khaki shorts, I believe. The sneakers completed his look, which made me believe he was still trying to look young. The tattoo on his right forearm gave me that impression.

The woman was facing my direction, but I doubt they had seen me checking them out. Her hair was black, with a few strands of brown, a little short and tied up in a low ponytail. Her skin was fairly tan and her eyes look like she had seen too much death or something. She was dressed in a similar fashion like the guy and had a tattoo on the same spot in her forearm, different design.

Her eyes flickered a little in my direction and I had no other option than to look away. Those eyes were intimidating and I was in no position of being intimidated. I probably would give everything away just to avoid getting into troubles.

"Here you go, child..." Ma snapped me out of my thoughts, placing a piece of lemon pie in front of me "On the house, and no buts" I smiled at her instead of opening my mouth. I knew it would be useless.

"I was just gonna ask you if you knew anything about those two over the window..." I gossiped with her, my voice not above a whisper. Ma's eyes shimmered with delight, as talking about her customers was a favorite hobby.

"They've been here a couple of times... Never together, though I doubt they're lovers..." she started, keeping her eyes away from them on purpose "Actually, they arrived and asked me if I knew anyone who would drive them to San Fransisco... Are you up to the adventure?" I blinked at her, confused and surprised "I'd never give that idea if I knew it was dangerous, sweetie pie... I can vouch for them, as one time, the man saved Johnny here from being mugged..."

I spared another glance at them, thinking to myself. A little adventure wouldn't kill me... and coming home with such a story?

"I'm in"

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