I chew on my bottom lip. I don’t know the town that well. Taylor and I have been here twice to shop for clothes.
“How about there?” I ask, pointing at a diner across the street.
“Sounds good.”
We cross the street and enter the diner. I let Cooper choose where to sit, and we slide into a booth. I scan the menu he passes me, my stomach growling and my mouth watering as I look over the options.
“What looks good?”
“Everything,” I say honestly.
“We can get one of everything.”
I look up at him in shock. “What? No, that’s way too much food!”
He shrugs. “I’m hungry.”
I shake my head at him as the server comes to take our drink order.
“Just water for me,” Cooper says.
I nod. “Me too.”
I decide on the burger and fries, and Cooper orders the same. I slip the menu back behind the napkin holder and lean across the table toward him.
“Is she a shifter too?” I whisper.
He smiles, leaning closer to me. “Yeah.”
“What about them?” I ask, nodding to a couple across the diner.
Cooper turns to see who I’m looking at, then nods. “Yep.”
“Is there a way to tell?”
He shakes his head and stands, sliding into the booth next to me. “Easier to talk this way.”
I laugh. “You just like being next to me.”
“Yeah, there’s that too.”
“So, there’s no way to tell if someone is a shifter?”
“No, not unless they shift. Or if you have a good sense of smell. That’s how I can tell.”
“You can smell them? Their animal?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that weird?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I’ve never known any different.”
“What’s it like to shift? Does it hurt?”
“No. I mean, it’s a little uncomfortable, but it happens fast. The discomfort is there and gone in a second.”
“That’s cool. I wish I was a shifter.”