It was true that Raven was not in her room. She had started towards her room, but halfway there she had decided that she didn't want to be there. She transformed into her ravenous dark cloud, and left for the cafe on the dark corner.

She could have opened the door with her powers, but she did not wish to be noticed. Instead she pushed it open with her hand. She ordered a black coffee, no sugar and sat at an empty, small, round table, with her poetry book still under her arm. She opened her book and started reading in the serene atmosphere of the cafe. She sipped her hot coffee as she begins to become lost in the poetry.

At another table, a mysterious guy sat alone. His hair was dark and somewhat long so it hung in his face. He looked close to Raven's age but it was hard to tell with his hair there. He seemed anxious and continuously checked his cell phone. After sitting for 15 minutes, he got up and ordered a drink. He drank it slowly but didn't slurp (which would have annoyed Raven). Now half and hour passed as he finished his coffee.

He mumbled angrily to himself and then banged once hard on the table, crushing his cup. Raven looked up and evilly glared at him. He spied her glaring and walked towards her. "What do you want?" he asked impatiently. "I want to know why you disturbed my peace," retorted Raven angrily. "None of your business," he replies.

He pushed a piece of his dark hair out of his face to reveal cloudy gray eyes. His eyes captivated Raven. She softened her look wothout smiling, and he followed suit. "Sorry," he said. She nodded. "Can I sit here?" he asked. "If you really think you want to," replied Raven, keeping a sardonic tone in her voice.

She found out that he had been waiting for some girl who never showed up. Raven sympathized. "Probably wasn't worth it," she replied. "I guess not," he said. He would have said something sweet like, "If she had come, I wouldn't have met you," but neither of them did sweet.

"We all have to suffer every now and then," said Raven. "Eventually, pain makes us stronger," she continued. "Sometimes you have to be hit by lightning to enjoy the storm," she said, trying to comfort him. He smiled, but his eyes had no expression.

"We seem to be alike in a number of ways," he said. Raven blushed slightly, but it was barely visible in the dimly lit cafe. She closed her book and her hand lay on it. He picked his hand up and held it in the air for a moment, then chose to push the hair out of his eyes. He picked it up again and hesitantly placed it on top of hers.

His hand was warm, yet a chill went through Raven's body, and he felt it.

"My name is Adamm, two M's," he broke the silence. "I'm Raven, one N" she replied and he laughed at her dry but sincere humor. "Maybe I'll see you around here," he said.

"Maybe I'll be here tomorrow around the same time," she replied. "Maybe I will too," he said.