“So, Travis, what are your biggest strengths?” Alice asked me as I sipped my coffee.
“Is this a job interview?” I laughed, “I thought we were having a coffee date?”
“Sorry, I’m rusty at this,” she blushed, “I don’t actually know how to do this kind of thing.”
“It’s fine,” I replied, setting my cup on the table. “My biggest strengths… hmm… I’d have to say that I’m not really prepared for that question. I paint, I write, I try to be as compassionate and giving as I can. I don’t really know how to answer.”
“Alright, now it’s your turn. If you could ask me anything, what would it be?” she asked.
“I think the whole ‘Q’ and ‘A’ thing is a little too forward, to be honest. I prefer building relationships based on mutual interest and trust, so with that in mind, what are your hobbies?” I asked.
“I like dance classes-”
A sudden blaring from behind me cut her off as her face went white. I turned to see a bus screaming down the sidewalk, heading right for the coffee shop. People screamed and ran to get out of the way, but a few unlucky people were caught by it, disappearing beneath it.
In an instant I pushed Alice to the side but managed only a single step before the bus smashed into me continuing into the shop. There was a flash of pain, then nothing but black.
Where the hell am I?
I felt a rush of movement, like I would imagine water feels like running beneath a city and suddenly I was looking up at a man wearing a surgical mask.