You know that moment that hits you as a young adult, when you suddenly realize you're dealing with grown-up responsibilities and the sweet days of your childhood are long behind you?
I just had it. Not when I was being hunted down by assassins or tortured by my ever-smiling stepmother, but now when Jack handed me a slip of paper with secret information. When did I go from being depressed and moping around to being embroiled in any business where I'm being slipped pieces of paper like a government operative in a James Bond movie?
The whiplash of reality hits me hard as I tuck the paper up into my sleeve and extend my hands out to the next person in line. The feeling must be akin to a fly realizing that somehow it got itself stuck in the complex matrix of a spider's web and can longer escape. No matter what, I cannot react now. Not when I'm surrounded by people who are most certainly not my friends.
