Walking down the street, she kept her fist clenched tight. "Invade my privacy...enter my life...find my secrets, how dare they?" she mumbled to herself. But she did need them and she knew it. Without her friends, she would be alone. The only thing she could try to escape then would be her loneliness. Escape loneliness into loneliness...no. With her friends, she would stay sane, no matter how insane they drove her.
She picked up a rock with her mind and threw it at the nearest dumpster. But the clang seemed so distant. Her mind was racing elsewhere. Sometimes it killed her a little on the inside to stay so bottled up. And thinking of Adamm, she sighed relief.
But then she began to consider:"He didn't even ask for my number, but he did ask for my name. But he didn't ask me out. But he hinted that he wanted to see me again. Wanted to see me or wanted to see me? Maybe he's just lonely for a substitute, maybe I'm just lonely."
She barely realized that she had arrived at the cafe. She sat at the same table as usual. She was slightly nervous because he was someone who seemed to relate to her, but what could she tell from a few words anyway?
She no longer wanted to be alone, and every minute that ticked by made her nervous and anxious and scared that he had forgotten. She looked around trying not to be upset about his not being precisely on time, when she caught a glance of the clock on the wall. He wasn't supposed to come for another 15 minutes.
She decided on meditating since a) in the darkness it was barely visible and b) the table hid her floating legs. She chanted in a whisper, with her eyes closed. Every time she felt a breeze from the door opening, se jerked her eyes open. The constant interruptions made for a poor meditating scenario.
She soon gave up and was playing with the salt and pepper shakers (again with her powers). She found that even with small, simple objects such as shakers, she couldn't focus her energy entirely on them. She dropped the pepper with a clank that made a few heads turn momentarily. She fished around for it with her feet at first, and not succeeding, dropped her head underneath the table. (Wouldn't it be romantic if he poked his head under the table then? Well, no)
She grabbed it and a voice called out,"Looking for something?" As she sat up quickly, her mind raced with outrageous thoughts such as,"Is my hair OK?" a thing Raven rarely thought.
In front of her eyes was one of the cashiers. "No, I'm alright," replied Raven downheartedly (I'm so evil). Staring down at the table, she wondered why the cashier hadn't walked away yet. As she looked up with her depressed eyes, she (finally) saw Adamm.
"Hey," he said.
That one word made her reel with joy and, very faintly, she flickered a smile. "Hi," she responded.
"Is this seat taken?" Adamm asked.
Raven merely shook her head. "You look good when you're sad, but you look even better when you smile," he could have said. He just replied with a faint smile as well though.
"Wanna drink?" he asked.
"Black coffee," Raven replied.
As he got up from the table, Raven watched his hand glide over and off it but then let her eyes drop back down, but before which catching a glance of his black leather jacket and dark jeans and just how he looked in them. His jeans fit him tight, so that she could see the slight curvature of his bottom, and his thin but strong legs (not that Raven thought he was attractive though...). And though she tried not to, she couldn't help taking a glance every so often.
He walked back to the table and placed the cups gently down. As Raven took out her money, he refused it saying, "My treat."
"Thanks," she replied. When he sat, he slouched foward in a casually laid-back way. Not too close to make them feel uncomfortable (or excited for that matter), but not too far that they couldn't connect. Raven was sitting up, not noticing her back was slightly arched.
He reached for the sugar and half-n-half while she drank hers plain. Raven alternated between drinking and blowing her coffee. Adamm took a gulp of his.
"So, why do you come here?" he asked, attempting small talk.
"To escape," Raven replied honestly. "Me too," he said. And the conversation lingered there as the awkward silence began to arise.
"My younger brother's a pain and my parents think they can control my life," he continued.
Raven nodded. "Yea, I know, my dad's always screwing me up."
"And your mom?" Adamm asked, seemingly interested.
"She's...," Raven began, not sure how to put it. "never there for me." This was true, she didn't know where her mother was or even if she was alive still.
Over drinks and time, she found out that he painted and drew in his spare time but he wasn't into academics. He ran track while still being a frequent smoker, which Raven found strangely surprising. She never smoked but used incense so muhc that the fact didn't bother her. raven proceeded to describe herself, leaving out the part about her being from another planet, her powers, and the titans. Not that Jump City didn't know who they were, but she didn't want to bring fame into the equation and complicate the situation.
He seemed to be listening and absorbing in all of her words, but with the same solid gray eyes. It was so different and relieving to find someone to relate to, someone who would listen and understand her, yet she still wondered what had made his eyes so cold. She then considered how she had mastered the ability to stare BB down, and realized that somewhere, deep down, Adamm had to be warm on the inside, a little of which had shown itself. She wanted him to keep talking, just to hear his voice and know it was for her. Then she could look at his face (those eyes) and talk back to him. She wanted to get to know him better, just as a friend.
