And just like that they were five normal young people. At least in the eyes of the people in the truck stop. It was a bit dingy, the cafe more like a diner that hadn't been remodeled since the 70s.
Stefan led them to the corner booth, and Elena slid into the booth first with no orders given. Of course she couldn't be trusted on the outside. And the waitress gave them menus with little more than a second glance. If Elena appeared a bit off, it was chalked up to being tired from travel. Saw it every day.