Disclaimer: There's a dollar bill, two nickels and a dime in my pocket. Do you really think I own the Teen Titans?
"Victor, hurry up! I have to get ready!" Karen was banging on the bathroom door, anxious for Victor to get out. Her pores were tingling from the face mask she applied 15 minutes earlier.
"Victor, my face is going to fall off! Hurry it up!"
"Woman, I have to shave! I don't want to look all rugged up at the dinner party!"
"How long does it take you to shave? I'll be flying around in a hover board by the time you are done!"
Karen was now panicking because the mask container specifically instructed to not let the mask sit on your face for more than 15 minutes exact.
Garfield was rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically at the bickering couple. He settled down enough to say,"Karen, you could use my bathroom to wash off the mask, but I still have to get ready, so don't take-," He was cut off by the noise of the bathroom door being slammed.
"-long."
Garfield sighed and laid his head on the tiled floor.
The dinner party was to be at seven. It was said to be a party where friends come together and talk about their life. A way to come closer after being separated for a ridiculously long time.
Victor said he wanted to surprise him with someone special that will attend the party. Perhaps a person Victor thinks will catch Garfield's attention until the time being. However, Garfield doesn't want a fling. If he were to meet, let's say a lovely woman who surpassed his expectations and made him forget completely about Terra, it would be wonderful. But what would happen when the four months passed by and his vacation is over? He will have to leave the woman whom he may fall in love with and have another broken heart.
Rachel and Dick Grayson, a good friend of hers, were sitting in a comfy and warm coffee shop. They sat in the corner, near the sizzling and cackling fireplace, wanting to be secluded from the unnecessary chatter of people; teens taking pictures of their coffee, adults panicking and sharing every bit of information of their stressful life. Rachel respected those who tried to use the meant-to-be tranquil coffee shop to do their work, or read a book.
The creaks of the old wooden chairs, and the thumps of the books being put back into their respectful place made Rachel feel slightly at ease. If only they were not in the middle of the city, maybe it would of been more serene and quiet.
Dick Grayson, a handsome young lad with sunglasses that covered his stark, intense blue eyes and shaggy black hair, sat in front of Rachel absorbing in his surroundings. He felt glad that where he was, he wasn't being pestered. Nobody was asking for photographs, no camera flashes nor clicks,(except for the one coming from the camera that captured memories and the moments were hung on around the coffee shop) and no one to ask him personal questions that made him feel as if they were the detectives instead of him.
"Where's Kori? Haven't seen her in awhile. Will she be attending Victor and Karen's dinner party tonight?" Rachel took a sip of her lukewarm tea.
"She's alright. Really anxious to see you, actually. Of course, she'll be attending the dinner party. Karen will kill me if Kori doesn't attend, and I can't imagine what will Vic do if his 'little sister' isn't there" Dick chuckled to himself. "Speaking of Vic, did you hear about what he's planning?"
Rachel let herself slightly smirk.
"Things have a way of reaching me. Of course I heard. It's quite nice that he's trying to help a friend, but what if I don't need man in my life stopping me from what I need to do. Love is a distraction."
"Only if you make it," said Dick. Dick saw that Rachel felt uncomfortable speaking about the flimsy topic, so he decided to bring up the reason she is able to be in front of him.
"So... how's the book coming along?"
"It's a disaster," Rachel sighed. "A man once said: unless it comes unasked out of your heart and you mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. I'm not getting anywhere. I just might give up. It's not soaring out of me, it's not roaring. t doesn't feel right."
Dick took of his sunglasses for the first time during their little friendship meeting.
"Hmm, Charles Bukowski. Makes sense. But if people followed that advice, there wouldn't be many novelist, poets nor authors in this world. Sometimes you have just wait a little, and you'll find yourself unable to stop typing or writing. I believe you can do it, Rachel. And believe this when I tell you I will be at the bookstore buying your book, and I bet it's going to be a bestseller." Dick had a way with words that even made the stoic Rachel Roth blush a pearly honey glow on her cheeks.
Rachel was honestly and simply speechless.
Dick chuckled once again and announced,"I have to go. See you at dinner party tonight, right?"
Rachel nodded, and got a hold of Dick's waiting hand to help her get up.
"Thanks Dick, for everything." Rachel put on her messenger bag, and straightened her hair. Dick put a ten dollar bill on the table, and put his sunglasses back on. They hugged innocently, and they parted ways outside the coffee shop.
Author's Note: Will everything go as Victor plans at the dinner party? Review, as they are what motivate me to continue. Have a beautiful day/night.