Summary: Tim Drake enters a small, jazzy, empty coffee shop and runs into someone he thought was lost forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC comics or any of the titles associated with DC. I simply enjoying writing stories that impact their lives! MWHAHAHAHAHA!
Timothy Jackson Drake stepped out of the faded yellow cab and right into the pouring rain. He groaned and tried to run as quickly as possible, instead dropping his IPhone–into a puddle. The teenager cursed himself, rescued his precious phone, and just pushed upon the first door he saw.
'Ding-Ding' Went the door when he entered the tiny shop. Ah, so he had entered a cafe. Tim could tell by the light jazz flowing through the speakers and the little bar set up in the back of the room. The young man sat down at one of the cutesy little tables and looked out the dreary window.
A soft voice aroused him from his trance. "Excuse me, sir? May I get you anything?" Tim turned around to face the source of the voice and gasped. The owner of the voice's eyes widened as well and she dropped her notebook.
"G-G-G-Greta?" He stuttered, his jaw hanging open with the surprise of his former teammate–and crush–standing as a barista in a coffee shop.
"Tim? My gosh, Tim!" A smile graced Greta's face and she glided over to him, her blue eyes shining with happiness.
"Wait! How are you–what did you–it can't really be you!" He shouted.
The ghost sighed and nodded. "First, it took me years some return from the NetherWorld and try to find you and the gang–turns out you guys split up and then rejoined as Teen Titans. Second, no. I'm still dead. And third, it really is me."
Red Robin's shocked expression slowly melted into a grin, and he proceeded to hug the apparition. "Whoa!" She gasped, laughing.
"I missed you." He replied sincerely.
"Same here, dude. It's been too long." The girl's smile turned downwards a bit at the thought of her childhood crush having just upped and left her memory dead and buried.
The boy carried a picture of her, Anita, Conner, Slo-Bo, and Cissie everywhere. The five had been making faces at the camera because Conner had told them something about Tim.
He was still irked about that.
"Hey. At least now, we have tons of time to catch up." He said, placing his hand underneath her chin and lifting her eyes up to meet his. Passerby stared through the window, wanting to watch the two superheroes.
On impulse, the petite ghost gave him a quick peck on the lips. Tim blushed and Greta giggled. "Plenty of time." She replied with a grin.