"I don't know." Celeste shrugged, wiping away a drip of coffee that was sliding down the side of the Denny's-emblazoned mug. "I get this weird feeling, like something is going to happen, but I have no idea what. I hate feeling like the other shoe is about to drop."
She was then distracted by the exchange between James and the blonde woman, who seemed to really need a caffeine fix. Celeste watched, amused, then brightened slightly as she recognized Nesryn.