Signs

"Are you coming tonight? To the party?" Meyer asked, pulling his mask up (because Thelen had made a gesture). "No, but I've sent my warmest regards," Thelen replied. "Even if I were comfortable with the level of risk, the signs are not favorable." "The signs?" Meyer laughed. "Did you get a message in your tea leaves?" "That would be hella cool, but the Universe is much more direct with me than that - mostly because I've asked it to be," Thelen responded patiently. "Monkey kingdom is dumb." "Whatever," Meyer huffed, shaking his head, but Thelen took his arm gently and pointed. A truck painted in the logo of the Larabee Warehouse had been parked in by two other trucks of equal size across the street from the cafe; from where the two men sat, all you could see was "BEE WARE". "Dude," Meyer said, in a low voice. Thelen pointed to the metal lamp post immediately to their right; covered with flyers, the recent rains had dissolved almost all of the visible words on the messages except for "something" and "unexpected". "What the actual ... ," Meyer whispered, his eyes wide. A person down at the corner began to yell, "GO HOME!" for some reason, quieting as they crossed the street. "So I won't be coming tonight," Thelen reiterated, giving Meyer a thumbs-up. And Meyer stayed home also (reading the signs for himself) for once you see a thing, you cannot unsee it.