Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. Funny. I thought I did.
Chapter 2: A La Cafe
Keaira was a normal college girl. Layered dark brownish red hair, down past her shoulders, eyes a deep dark blue black. Petite figure, and obviously shopped at stores like Hot Topic or one of the gothic junkyards downtown. It was her first time at the cafe, but she knew it like the back of her hand. A new college freshman, the waitress thought as she asked for her order. The girl's voice was soft and melodious, but a hint of melancholy was audible.
Strange. A newcomer, but she already knows what she wants before I gave her the menu.
Alli(the waitress)'sbrows furrowed for a moment, then her teeth widened in a false smile. But this young girl did not notice. She just continued to read the thick book in her slender hands, 'The Complete Works of William Blake'. She wore a zip up black shirt with a hood, and had a emblem of a hot pink skull and crossbones on the front. She wore black capris that were adorned with zippers and dangling buckles. Her large blue black eyes were outlined in thick eyeliner, and her left hand was covered in silver rings, while on her right hand, none. The fingernails were painted black, and shined as though it was fresh. There was also a beautiful silver bracelet hanging loosely from her wrist. An obvious goth.
"Welcome sir." Alli looked around. She looked at the customer apologetically.
"I'm sorry. There aren't any seats left, perhaps one of the other people might..." He smiled and nodded. He ordered right there and then and she promised to get it to him, wherever he chose to sit.
His name was Richard. He was a normal college boy. Thick black hair that he let down, beautiful grayish brown eyes that were as keen as a hawk's, but as soft as a baby's bottom. He wore a simple bloodred shirt that said, 'Can't Sleep. Clowns Will Eat Me." in black, and dark blue baggy jeans. He glanced around for an open seat and saw one.
"May I sit here?" She didn't answer. So he took that as a 'yes' and slid into the seat. He tapped his fingers nervously on the table, and snuck a glance at the girl in front of him.
She's really...pretty...
He flushed and as if the red on his face made a sound she glanced up at him. Her eyes were harsh but softened when he blushed again, casting his eyes down.
"Sorry. I just...um...you see...just sorry." She cocked an eyebrow but there was a twitch at the corner of her mouth.
"For what?" Her soft voice soothed him and he grinned a cocky smile.
"For taking your seat, staring at you, and disturbing you." She snorted and began to read again. Their orders came swiftly and after a few moments he spoke again.
"I'm Richard. I'm a sophomore at the local college. Age 20. Just came back from visiting my dad in Gotham." He stuck out a hand awkwardly in the small space between them, and was clearly relieved when a smooth petite hand fit comfortably in his.
"Keaira. I'm a freshman at the artcollege nearby. I'm 19 and my parents are dead." He was taken aback at the fact that she could say that without so much emotion.
"I'm sorry." She smiled at him and shrugged.
"It's fine. I did not know them, anyhow...Do you think I could have my hand back?" He jumped and flushed again, causing her to laugh. He'd been holding her hand in his, unconsciously stroking it with his thumb. He let go of it and chuckled nervously. She laughed again, and to him it sounded like a wind chimes in the winter breeze.
They chatted for about an hour, when they both claimed that they had to leave.
"Where do you live? I'll drive you." He offered a smile, but she shook her head.
"It's okay. I live nearby, I can get there myself." His face fell, so she awkwardly embraced him and let go quickly.
"Thank you though. It was very nice to meet you, Richard." She waved and walked out of the cafe, leaving an awestruck boy staring after her. His heart was still in a shocked form until his placed his hands on the wheel of his black convertable.
"Damn!" He smacked the wheel, only causing him a pain in his calloused palms.
I forgot to get her number.
He prayed he'd see her again, and drove downtown to meet with some friends.
Keaira was not in her room. She was in someone else's room. She took off her clothes, her rings, her shoes. Walking into the bathroom she washed off the black nailpolish and plucked out blueblack color contacts, and pulled off a dark brownish red wig. In it's place she let down a bun of lavendar hair, and stared at a pair of amethyst eyes. She pulled on a indigo leotard and fastened at her neck,a cape and a broch. Raven of the Teen Titans stuck the remains of Keaira's things into a drawer and locked it. Now Raven was in her room, and she lay on her bed and daydreamed...
...of Richard.
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