Eliza was working at the diner and they were a little busier than usual. She had a smile placed upon her face as she was taking orders at the register. She also had to go out there and meet and greet the customers as well. It was a paying job, so she didn't mind. She had been looking for a place of work and finally found it - So, she basically had no choice but to stay or get kicked out of her apartment. Another smile came over her face as more and more customers came in, which she walked up to them and greeted them. Eliza asked how many and the customer told her, when they did, she grabbed a few menus and told them to follow her. She sat them down at a nearby booth and told them that their server will be with them in a moment. When she turned around, she accidentally bumped into this male and grabbed a hold of his wrists. His thoughts were running through her head as she let him go. "Uhmm, you..y-y-you have a nice day." She stammered as his emotions were filled with anger because his best friend had slept with his wife. She wanted to help get over the emotional pain, or forget about it all together but she was a little busy at work and didn't have time. Eliza cursed under her breath as she tucked a few strands of her reddish-brown hair behind her ear then continued on walking. She walked to the back and sat down at the desk, holding her hand up and resting it on her temple. Her ears twitched when she heard something about another witch hunt is taking place in the town of Salem. She sighed as she turned it up, wanting to hear every word and detail. After the broadcaster was done, she got up and went over towards a rack where her purse lied as she scrambled through it, looking for her cell phone. Eliza pulled it out and immediately sent a text message to Heloise. [[b][i]I'm fixing to go on break. Meet at the cafè ASAP!!!!![/b][/i]] She hit the send button and grabbed her purse, slinging it upon her shoulder. "Hey guys, I'm fixing to go on break." Everyone nodded as she walked towards the door and left. She got inside of her car and immediately cranked up the tunes, not wanting to hear anything else about a witch hunt. She was getting so sick and tired of people being afraid of witches. If people of Salem was so afraid witches, then why won't they just leave town or something. All this mumbo jumbo needs to come to an end - Maybe one day, it will. Eliza pulled up a picked a parking space. She was going to remain outside until Heloise arrived. Eliza kind of knew she would because when Eliza means ASAP, it's usually important especially with five exclamation points. She turned her car off, which it wasn't fully off yet as she leaned back in her seat and let out a well deserved sigh as she continued to wait for Heloise. [b]- & -[/b] Aidan's father busted into his room with a look of worry plastered on his face. Aidan turned his head and raised a brow at his father. "Dad, what's wrong?" He asked while getting up from his seated position and walking over towards him. He placed his hand upon his shoulder as he continued to ask him what was wrong. "Dad, please answer me." His dad pointed towards his television and it turned on to the news. The headline saying something about a massive witch hunt taking in the next few days or so. His eyes widened with utter shock and awe as he turned back to his dad. "Dad, calm down. No one knows about us, okay?" His father nodded his head and finally spoke. "Yeah, you are right son but we need to be careful. Understand?" Aidan nodded his head as his dad left his room. He closed his door and sat down on his bed with a sigh. 'Witch hunt.' Aidan thought with a scoff as he grabbed his remote control and turned his television off. He picked up his phone and saw that he had a miss call from one of his close friends, Jacob. He returned his call and explained why he didn't answer the first time. Of course, he lied. He basically told Jacob that him and his father was having a heart to heart talk. Aidan and Jacob talked for another fifteen minutes or so about some party going on tonight then he ended the call. He sat the phone down on his bed as he laid down, back first on the bed and place his hands behind his head, clasping them together. As he lied there, he thought about his mother, who was tragically killed in an automobile accident, a couple months back. He miss her dearly and he didn't like seeing his father depressed and sad and glad that those days are over. After a few minutes of laying down, he shot up and grabbed his phone, car keys and a black leather jacket. Aidan ran down the stairs and told his father that he'll be back later. His father said okay and for him to be careful. Being a witch use to be easy in Salem, when people didn't freak out but now, he knew he had to be careful. He got into his car and turned the engine and not really wasting anytime speeding down the road. Aidan was going over his girlfriend's house, Katie, who he has been with since high school. She wasn't a witch and he was actually okay with that. It wasn't like there was a common law where witches and warlocks couldn't date humans - They could but just had to be careful. He pulled up to her yard and saw her coming out of the house, squealing and jumping up on him. He grabbed a hold of her and laughed. "Seems like someone misses me." He said as she planted a kiss on his cheek, getting back down to her feet now. "Of course, I've been gone too long." She said while wrapping her arm around his. "Oh, did you hear on the news about a massive witch hunt? Boy, you leave for a week and miss a lot." She said as they entered her house. "Yeah, my father just got done showing me actually. Witches beware, right?" They chuckled slightly as they sat down on the couch. "So, how was you artist retreat?" He asked and he just had to as she blabbed on and on about it. Aidan had a smile placed upon his face and nodded at all times, laughing when it was appropriate and even raising a brow when necessary. Him and Katie talked for almost hours and they suddenly grew hungry so they decided to go out and get something to eat at one of the diners downtown.