Gracie P.O.V.

"Amy! Franklin!" I heard his voice behind me. I gasped and didn't want to move because he would see me if I did.

Of course, he can see you, my inner voice says, rolling her eyes.

I was talking to myself when I didn't feel him right behind me. Instead, I felt his hands on my shoulders, and I felt him rubbing them.

I didn't know what to do, but sat still and let him touch me. I was afraid that he had seen my reaction.

I heard him again.

"Give me your best hot roast beef sandwich and hot cup of coffee," Hayes said.

Coming right up,"...