Caroline muttered about how unfair it was to be discriminated against and marched toward the restaurant, her hands stuffed deep into her pockets. She was walking so fast she was practically running away from us.
Feeling awkward about being left alone with Max, I also quickened my pace.
"Let's go together, sis!" Max called out, laughing. She didn't seem to mind her grumbling at all.
As soon as we stepped inside, the cold air was replaced by the smell of expensive wood and old records. The walls were covered in CDs and vinyl, and the lighting was soft and golden. It looked like the kind of place people take a thousand photos of just to prove they were there.
"Lyra, take my picture!" Caroline said, thrusting her phone at me.
I did my best, even bending my knees to get the right angle like I had seen people do. I expected her to tell me they were blurry, but the lighting was so good that she actually loved them.
"Your turn, Lyra! Let me get one of you," she said.
