Let's Go to the Races

Benji

Lou’s Late Night Cafe sat on the corner of the block three streets down from my shelter. Its red roof sparkled with droplets of rain in the spring sunshine that would disappear behind the high rise buildings all around in the next half hour or so. I let myself into the cafe and raked my fingers through my hair to slick it back. The rain had made it damp, so it sat in place as I squeezed between the tables crammed together to the booth at the back where I spotted my sister Laina.

Across from her was her boyfriend Mason. He was also my best friend. Seeing them together, playing footsie under the table in a setting like this used to really grind my gears back when they first started running together. But as the time passed I saw how good Mason was for my baby sister. She needed someone like him. Someone to push her a bit.

She was good for him, too. Mason was a bit of a hell raiser, what with his entire street racing history and what not. Somehow she calmed the storm that seemed to