T2W4 Journal

Steve made a cursory glance around the diner, thinks about how it’d feel to just get up and walk out. But then he considers the uncountable reasons to stay and the guy from the bank calling this morning about his missed installment payments.
The waitress comes back with the coffee pot and fills Steve’s cup until he stops her about an inch from the top.
She drops off a small plate of dry wheat toast, lightly toasted, at the top of his plate.
Amos drops two bacon slices on top of his bread. “Make yourself a sandwich,” he says.
"No thanks,"Steve replies, adding a spoonful of sugar to his coffee and stirring it with one of the diner’s dirty spoons.
Amos goes on eating.
The awkwardness after not meeting for more than three years is undeniable despite the fact that there hasn't been much difference then and now.
Now Steve has his own doubts about the Amos he is with. Is he still the vulnerable yet bizarre kid who had a fetish for voodoo dolls or has he changed into other person? Many of such questions flashed in Steve mind as the tension continued to escalate.
"Where are we heading after this?" Steve asked.
"Let's go head over to the Voodoo Shop!" Amos exclaimed.
The tension seemed as if it was sucked away into a void of emptiness.
Steve managed a half-reluctant nod. Since young, when Amos and Steve were still in high school together, Amos would often force Steve to go to that shop that Steve abhors.
There was once when Amos bought a voodoo doll using all the lunch money he got for the week. When Steve found out he was laughing at Amos' imprudence.
Seeing that Amos was finishing his plate, he paid the bill. He is still one dyed-in-the-wool weirdo he muttered to himself as Amos and him made their way to their destination- The Voodoo Shop.