So I wrote this today in class. If you haven't already figured, each chapter either follows Gabranth/Noah or Drace. And it alternates.

This was going to end a little different, but I like how it turned out.

Don't own 'em, just use 'em.

4 – Talk

Drace looked in the window of the coffee shop. The blond haired man was working again today. How was she ever going to get him to notice her? She started walking into the building, deciding that the first step was to order coffee.

She walked up to the counter, asked for a Mocha Latte, and walked to her seat. She looked up at him. Her plan wasn't working.

Wait a minute…she thought, why do I care if he notices me or not?

She looked back up to see Zargabaath ordering coffee. Her heart started beating faster. She knew if he noticed her, he'd sit down. She didn't want him to sit down. He'd ruin her plan to get the man to notice her.

Zargabaath turned around and saw Drace. He waved and started walking over to her.

"Hey Dracie!" He said as he started sitting down. Drace pushed him up from the chair. "What was that for?"

"I don't want the barista to think I'm with you!"

Zargabaath laughed and sat down. "You're hilarious, Drace. Normally people don't think twice about who sits with who, especially if they're strangers."

"But," Drace countered, "if I'm alone, than I'd grab his attention faster."

Zargabaath waved his hand dismissively. "Not true! If you really want to get a guy's attention, you'd have to go talk to him."

"Wouldn't that be weird? I mean, how would you react if some stranger talked to you?"

"Me? I'd talk back. It's the best way to get to know someone new." Zargabaath smiled.

"You're insane."

Drace got up, bumped the table, and spilt her coffee all over the table and floor. The blond barista ran over with a mop.

"Would you like a refill?" He asked.

"Uh, sure…" Drace said, as her face grew redder with embarrassment.

He nodded, and went behind the counter. Drace could hear Zargabaath laughing behind her, and not wanting to talk to him anymore, she ran out the door.

And the barista boy walked back to an empty table.