Raven's running her usual errands around Jump City. New tea, groceries, etc. Now it was time for books, because why the hell not?

She sits at the small-ish table at the bookstore, sipping herbal tea that she got from the cafe while she reads quietly. She likes the solitude and not having to talk to anyone, while still being an active member of society, except getting lost in books. She sits neatly, her legs side-by-side, feet flat on the floor. Her free hand drums the table rhythmically.

Her eyes kept straying from the pages. There's this insanely quirky girl who works at the bookstore who is putting new books on the shelves. Her hair is the craziest shade of pink that Raven's ever seen, tied up in two oddly-shaped ponytails like an anime character. It's nuts. Raven doesn't typically fancy girls who she's barely even talked to, but this girl is flat out crazy-looking. Raven likes it.

Her skin is ash grey, much like her own, and her eyes are like that of a cat's. They're pink, too. Raven wants to say that they're contact lenses, but they honestly don't look like it. She walks with a spring and does everything so slowly and neatly. Raven likes neatness. Oh, and she's wearing this freakin' epic purple gothic dress with these kick-ass striped stockings. It even seems like something that Raven would wear, and that's saying something.

She continues to pretend to read her book, hoping to hell that she either doesn't notice her or decides to speak for herself. She probably isn't even into chicks. Raven sighs, looking back down on the fresh pages of her book, occasionally stealing glances at this… beautiful freakin' creature. She came here for books, she thinks. But she got more, she guesses?

Thinking. Raven never stops thinking. Does she seem like she's gay? Maybe she swings both ways? Maybe she's straight as hell and Raven's just embarrassing herself thinking about it.

"That's a good book. I've read it." Holy. Shit. Her low, demure voice resonates from behind. She's standing over Raven's shoulder. When did she get over here?

"I have too. I've read a lot of the books in here." The violet-haired girl tries her best to stay deadpan. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her freaking chest. She even sounds seductive.

"Did ya like it?" She slinks to the other side of the table, opposite Raven, resting her head in her hands and giving Raven her full attention. She seems really naive and innocent and could lure you to bed without even knowing it. She just has that effect on Raven so far.

"I wouldn't be reading it again if I didn't." The pink-haired minx doesn't relent, despite Raven's 'I'm-not-a-people-person' facade. She likely sees right through it.

"Yeah, it's great. I work here an' all, so I've probably read most of the books. You seem like the type of girl who spends all her time readin' an' crap." Raven looks up, meeting her gaze for the first time.

Holy shit. Her eyes are freaking amazing. Like, they're that type that could either kill you or win you over. She looks like a doll. Her lips are so small, and she's wearing this ruby lipstick that goes along incredibly with the rest of what she's wearing. Her skin is flawless. Raven can tell that she's up to something.

"I read in my free time. It's entertaining." Raven shudders when the girl leans across the table, repositioning her side bangs behind her ears to get a better look at her face. She smirks when Raven blushes, highly contrasting her pale skin. Her eyes go wide, and she laughs in response.

"Calm down. I don't bite. Only sometimes." She runs her tongue across her teeth, her eyes lidded slightly, and howls in laughter when Raven stares at her every move, her amethyst eyes glimmering. "You're shy, eh?" Raven snarls.

"Not shy. Introverted. I'd talk if I wanted to." The witch girl just hums, putting her hand on her back.

"Well, I'll leave you to your reading. I hope I didn't bother ya too much." She giggles, standing up and drifting her fingers across the table before walking away. Raven looks at her legs as she walks, springing her up energetically as she goes back to one of the boxes on the other side of the store. She seems like a gymnast or a dancer or something.

Raven looks back at her book and searches for her tea cup to find a slip of white paper, folded neatly on the table. It has the girl's name, 'Jinx,' and a neatly-written cell number across it. She almost yells out to the entire bookstore.

She looks back at Jinx, and she simply winks, bending back over.

This is going to be interesting.

{TIME SKIP}

"It was crazy. She did everything so slyly and was so… Just weird. In a good way. Like, quirky." Beast Boy sits in the cafe, across from Raven and drinking coffee. They'd come here after Raven had met this girl, and she just had to get some insight.

"Freakin' weird… Hey, are you gonna eat that?" He reaches across the table, touching his fingers to a piece of leftover bread laying on the table.

"No. You can eat it. But, yeah, so anyway, she was super adorable. Like, in a psychotic way. She looks like she could kill you. It was freaking awesome." He munches on the bread slice, idly listening to the conversation.

"So are you going to ask her out or what?" Raven ponders this. Her legs are crossed under the table, her hands clasped in her lap. She looks out the window to her right, watching as different cars of different shapes and sizes and colors pass by. Not one of them was remotely close to Jinx's hair color.

"She left me her number when she went to put more books up." Beast Boy chokes on his bread, sputtering and taking a sip of coffee. He's shocked as hell, but Raven's expression goes unchanged. Predictably.

"She left you her number?" He sits up, his eyes wide.

"Yeah. Her name is… Jinx. It's different." He takes another bite, thinking.

"I didn't think she was freakin' actually gay, though! Dude, you need to call her. Like, right now." Raven mulls it over.

"I dunno. I'm not good with talking on phones. It's too awkward." His tongue pokes at his teeth, trying to remove bread crusts from in between.

"Ah, man, you've got a freaking epic girl givin' you her number under her own volition who seems hella gay and you don't take the bait?" He reclines in his chair, leaning on two legs.

"I had a feeling she just likes how I look. Our personalities are practically opposite."

"You're both pretty goth, but I don't think that's why. I dunno." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I think she's cute. It's going to take some time for me to get used to her, though." Raven's expression becomes kind of depressed as she thinks more. Beast Boy becomes sympathetic.

"You know, you don't have to keep worrying about this, Raven. Not everyone is going to be like… her." Raven nods, agreeing.

"I know. It's just difficult." Her happiness is quickly returned when someone arrives with her bagel. She begins to munch on it, waiting for Beast Boy to say something.

"So, she, like, works at the bookstore?" Raven sets the bagel down on her plate.

"Yeah. She was, like, putting books on the shelves and stuff. She's so tiny. Like, you could easily beat her up or something, but you really can't because she's so freaking weird. It just wouldn't be right. She's too rare." Raven's eyes squint, trying to put an image of her in her head. "It's just hard not to like her. I was flipping out and intimidated at the same time."

"Dude. You need to get to know her. You're calling her when you get home." Beast boy nudges Raven's leg from under the table, making sure she's listening.

"Yeah, yeah. Just leave it alone, grass stain. I'll do it." He throws his hands in the air, celebrating his victory.

"Like, how tiny is she?"

"Really tiny. Like, 100lbs. She looks strong though. I feel like she could hurt somebody if she wanted to." Raven takes a bite of her bagel, washing it down with her tea.

"How old does she look? Like, what if she turns out to be, like, 16 or some shit?"

"Um, maybe 21? She looks like she could pass for that old. She'd get into a bar." Beast Boy bobs his head.

"And you're 21, so that'd be cool." Beast Boy gulps down a bit of his coffee while Raven finishes her bagel. "Um," he clears his throat, "How do ya think she'd be in bed?" Raven hits the table, her eyes wide as saucers.

"…. Beast Boy, the hell?" She slaps him moderately from across the table. "I barely even know this chick! I don't even know if I like her yet!" He simply laughs prolifically, smiling at Raven's aggressive reaction.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh." He finishes off his coffee, waiting to see what Raven wants to do.

"Yeah. I'll call her. That's it." He claps his hands, mocking her.

"Okay. Good. You tell me how it goes, mkay?"

"Of course." Someone catches a glimpse of her, and considering Raven isn't loaded with money and lives in the crummier part of the city, people are prone to have no class. He cat calls her, and she just flips him off, taking Beast Boy and leaving the shop, walking down the street. She has a tendency to not give a shit sometimes. Other times, however, it's like anything she does will kill her.

"God, do I need to make myself look gayer?" Beast Boy chuckles, pitifully trailing behind her, trying to keep up.

"You don't even look the least bit gay, Raven." She slows down, allowing him to catch up when they come to a crosswalk.

"What? Do I look straight?" They cross the street, not bothering for the light to flash green for them. "My apartment, right?"

"You look asexual. And yeah." They round a corner, halfway there.

"How does someone look asexual? Like, nobody looks at someone and is like 'They're totally asexual.' Are there asexual clothes or some shit?" He cackles, turning down an alleyway for a shortcut, Raven registering the route change and trailing behind him now.

"Nah, you just look like the kind of person who hates everyone. Like, people wouldn't want to bother you with any romance because you'd just blast their head off." They make it to the front of the apartment complex, and Beast Boy waits, not wanting to intrude on Raven. Raven would invite him in, but she really has to pee. She stands out with him to finish the conversation.

"I don't hate everyone, though." She crosses her arms, leaning up against the brick wall.

"I know, I'm just saying that you look like it. You, like, never smile."

"Shut up. I do smile." She flashes a shit-eating grin that even Beast Boy is taken aback by. He looks at her for a second and then roars with laughter. It doesn't even look the least bit natural. "...See?" Her expression changes back to her usual deadpan in mere seconds.

"That's hilarious. That was so forced. Is your face sore now?" Raven just slaps him on the arm again. "God, you're so sensitive. I was fuckin' joking."

"I'm not sensitive. I just don't take your shit," she smooths out her cloak, "and I have to take a piss. I'm going to go inside and call her." He steps back, getting ready to leave her alone.

"Okay," her coughs loudly, "tell me when you have wild lesbian sex, 'kay?" Raven snarls, and Beast Boy steps back even more so she won't even have the chance to slap him. His arm is already slightly sore.

"Shut up or I'll come over there, punk-ass." He steps back more, back about 20 feet and almost back on the sidewalk, shouting.

"Whatever, you loser," he manages before he starts to turn the corner, and Raven doesn't bother to stop him, simply shaking her head and walking up several flights of shitty, littered stairs.

She gets up to her apartment, and opens the door easily because it doesn't lock. Her landlord couldn't give a shit anyway.

The inside, however, isn't that bad. She has two rooms, not that she needs both, a living room with a decent sized couch, and a small-ish kitchen. There's a window in the living room, but the view only shows her neighbor's windows, and it pisses her off to see people doing stuff and throwing parties and having sex all of the time.

One room is filled with stuff that she never unpacked from her previous apartment, and the other is actually her room, which luckily has a king sized bed, although that put her in a bit of a debt for awhile. At least she got more sleep so she could work extra hours to pay it off. And, she doesn't have a girlfriend, so she gets the whole thing to herself. Nobody tells you that it actually starts to get annoying when you share a bed with someone.

She goes to the bathroom, carefully turning on the faucet so that the handle doesn't break again, and then paces around in there for awhile. Jinx, eh?

Oh, goodness. It's been forever since she's called a girl on the phone. It scares her a little. What if she sounds stupid? What if something goes wrong?

"Pull yourself together. You're acting so cliche." Raven mumbles to herself, hastily picking up the phone and rashly dialing her number, not allowing herself time to panic.

ring.

ring.

ring.

She thinks about hanging up early, but then she hears static, and someone fumbling with the phone on the other line.

"This is Jinx." Her voice sounds the same as it did in the bookstore; sultry and somewhat low.

"Um. Hey, it's that girl from the library a few days ago..." She fiddles with the hem of her cloak.

"Oh, hey! Um, I never got your name…?" Raven sits on the lidded toilet, wondering what she's even going to say to this girl.

"It's Raven. My name is Raven."

"That's kind of badass-sounding, to be honest. But, um, yeah, do ya want to, like, meet up somewhere or something?" Raven's heart is pounding. She hasn't felt this nervous in a while.

"Yeah, sure, sure! There's this shitty movie theater by my apartment, maybe we could meet there?" Oh, yeah, the movie theater. Perfect move, Raven.

"Sure! Just tell me the address and when and stuff." Raven sighs audibly and reads the address from her phone.

"Saturday? Nine at night?" This had better work for her.

"Perfect! So… it's a date?"

"...I guess it is." Jinx says bye and hangs up.

"...Thank you." Raven says softly, even though Jinx can't hear.

Hopefully this will work out somehow.