Stepping inside the rather mysteriously shadowy Cafe, I glance around, glad that there's basically no one here; except for one of the waiters, who's busy dreaming and snoring. I shake my head, and yawn. I'm wearing an Black pair of Ordinary Leggings, a Bright Red Fleece Off the Shoulder Tunic, a matching Bright Red pair of Ballet Flats, and an extra Black Terry Dolman Hoodie, to hide my medium sized pair of 'wings'. I settle down on a table in the corner, right beside the windows, and sigh.
"Excuse me, waiter!" I shout harshly, causing the lady to wake up, and hurry towards me immediately. I open the menu, and scan through the whole page. "I would like one serving of Vanilla Bean Scones, and also an Caramel Apple Spice. Also, I don't want you to start sleeping again." I say, frowning. We keep quiet for a while. "You'll get fired if you continue, you know? So just be careful." I quickly add in, smiling lightly. She nods, and walks away. I close my eyes, and think of what happened just a few hours ago, around 7:00PM:
While hanging around the library, perhaps looking for something I wasn't even aware of, a boy named Alaric was someone I met first. After answering my obviously unintelligent subject, he walked away, and something about him was bothering me extremely. Say, was it his rather boring brown eyes, and matching shaggy hair? Or was it the cloak which was rather dusty he was putting on? Or could it have been something about him---something that made him look so peculiar and puzzling---that made me so curious? I don’t know. That’s the hardest question I’ve ever seen. There may be many possibilities, like he may have seemed so attractive to everyone, or I might have just been too curious.
I have met many young male adults at the Orphanage, when I haven’t even found out I was an Mutant. I found some quite interesting, some quite charmingly looking, some even fun to talk to and be with, but never really attractive. All of them seemed unexciting to me. Even the boys who did state that he had particularly erotic emotions towards me, I never did say that I agreed. Because I didn’t. That boy---Alaric---has been the first to ever catch my attention, my focus, in some ways. He truly is an bizarre, but an extraordinary male, who has made me think, think, and think about him even through my sleep. I should wonder if that’s why I woke up in the middle of the night, and came out for a snack. It would be rather nice if he really was here, but that wouldn’t be possible; or at least due to my calculation, 99% of it wouldn’t be possible.