"Good idea." Lisa nodded after looking behind them one last time. This time she thought she saw ...something. Movement, maybe not even, but something. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Shouldering the glass door, she held it open for the blond while casing the place out. Just a normal run-of-the-mill take-out Italian joint, with a handful of small tables, red and white checker tabletops, and a large counter at the far wall, completely with open kitchen, and a glass-front cooler holding drinks. Two young people were sitting at a table nearest the door, with a pizza on the table between them, but they didn't look particularly interested in it. Or each other.
The bushy-browed gentleman behind the counter acknowledged the two women, but barely, and only when they came up to it. He didn't seem to be doing... well, anything. Normally there's always cleaning, prepping, boxing things... Even the line cook a couple feet from the guy was just standing there, staring at the large oven.
Lisa felt uncomfortable from the start.
"Hi- um. I'm looking for my son," she started, naturally searching his face for human connection in communication. Even though he was looking at her, it didn't feel that way. More like he was looking through her. "He's fifteen, tall, dark blond, and wearing a red and white baseball jer--"
"Haven't seen'im."
The tone was so hollow and abrupt, it took her back. Blinking, her brows pinched down over her freckled nose. She started to dig her locket again. "Sir, please, if you could just keep an--"
"Haven't. Seen him. Next?" He interrupted again, then looked at Parker in that expectant, yet still blank way.