Garfield stuck his hands into his pocket as he traveled down the side walk he walked down every day. He tucked the book raven had let him have under his arm, even though he had already finished it. He felt it was somehow sacred, like it wasn't good enough to leave it at home, with his old soda cans and dirty socks. His house wasn't presentable for Raven's book, he wasn't exactly sure why he thought that. Garfield was about to enter the coffee shop, were Raven sat inside, sipping her daily herbal tea when he heard a screech. It was high pitched and girly, but someone quiet.

"Get away from me, you sick pervert!" A girl slid out from the alleyway, her long blonde hair swinging in front of her face. A man ran out after her. Hmmm.. A lady in distress? Garfield thought. A perfect chance to show my amazing heroic abilities!

"What's going on here?" Garfield questioned as he nonchalantly walked up. The blond girl kept her face turned toward the man, but the man snapped his head to her. She found this the perfect time, and kicked him with her skinny leg in the groin. Garfield's eyes widened as much as the man, and the man moaned in pain, falling to the cement.

Damn. I Could of really helped there. The girl turned to Garfield then, her blue eyes catching his. She pushed hair out of her face, showing her pale skin. "Thanks." She smiled, flashing her pearly whites. Garfield suddenly felt something come over him, much like whenever Raven gave him her book. She took a step forward, Her black boot now catching Garfield's attention.

"Why don't you come inside the coffee shop? That terrible man could hurt you again." He placed his hand hesitantly on the blonde girl's shoulder, who chuckled silently.

"Hurt me? He never even touched me!"

Garfield chuckled, only for her. "So what's name?"

"Tara."

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That jackass. Raven sat at a red stool in the coffee shop, her eyes darting out towards the corner of the room. Every day that Raven went to the coffee shop, she would always meet Garfield in the coffee shop, that's why she started sitting at the front anyway, even though she hated it, so Garfield would notice her. And it worked for a while. Garfield had always welcomed her, a lovely smirk painted on his face. Today was different.

"So your new?" Garfield asked the blonde girl as they sat down. She pulled of her coat, revealing a low cut dark tank top, and white shorts that would be more fit for a bathing suit. Garfield smile at her as she nodded and sat comfortable in the seat.

"Yes, just came to the city two days ago. I'm glad I have already met a nice boy." She blinked, her eyes sparkling, Garfield falling into them.

"Well I'm happy you came into this town, you've already brightened my days here."

She laughed loudly.

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Please, give me a break. Raven rolled her eyes. I think I'm going to puke. She stood up, bravely taking a step over there. She nearly reached the table until she heard Garfield's laugh. It was loud, and happy. His laugh was sweet and full of genuine joy. It wasn't one of those fake laughs just to make some girl happy. He really thought she was funny.

Garfield caught a glimpse of raven's face, that had gone cold. She realized he noticed she was there, and found herself blushing.

"Raven?" But raven was already gone, clumsily rushing out of the shop.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, um.." Garfield paused. "No one."