Probably acknowledging all the crazy effort Emily was making or afraid that it was actually real and he could get himself and other person in trouble by picking the wrong person, Pete walked avoiding direct contact with people, still skeptical, until seeing a new place he didn't recognize from his last visit to the mall. It was a new restaurant and attending the tables was a woman that looked around his age, with latina factions and quite a beautiful bronze skin that called his attention.
With a sigh, Pete hoped nothing weird would actually happen and approached the place.
"Welcome! please take a seat and we will attend you in a minute" the owner of the restaurant, a latino man, noted Pete's interest and enticed him to try which he did, although he had to do the rude thing and look the other way as he said a quick thanks and advanced. Pete heard the man let out an indignant huff at the way his friendly greeting was received, but he felt he couldn't risk it. The words of his sister still resonated on his mind. "It changes the first person to make eye contact with you" could be anyone if he wasn't careful.
Pete distracted himself checking out the menu and the decorations, noticing the Puerto Rican flag on it along with some dishes he recognized and others he had never heard of in his entire life until the voice of a woman interrupted him.
"Welcome, are you ready to order sir?" The voice was quite beautiful although it sounded a bit irritated and a bit tired, maybe she saw the way he had to treat the man? in any case, Pete confirmed from the clothing and the skin color that looked more beautiful up close that it was the girl he was aiming for and finally risked it, raising his head and making eye contact with her.
"Sure, do you have something with.. oh" Pete interrupted himself because his fears were well placed. The unmistakable bright green glow he saw on Emily when she casted the "spell", he could see it on the eye of the waitress too, and just as back then, he remained there awkwardly, trying to process how on earth could his sister be a witch, and if what she claimed was right, one with great untapped power. What could this mean to him?
Lost in his thoughts, Pete barely registered the way the waitress was looking at him changed, the polite expression of a tired worker replaced with a slight smile.
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