The Muller Effect discussion

Vanya goes into the café and goes up to the barista. "One black coffee, no sugar, no creamer," she says, her voice soft but somehow able to command the attention of the barista with no problem.

The door jingles as a girl walks into the cafe. She gets in line behind Vanya, unnoticed by pretty much everyone. When she gets to the counter, she orders her drink in a soft voice and sits down at an empty table.

Vanya waits for her coffee, her eyes flitting across the room without moving her head. She didn't want to seem overly suspicious of people, even if she totally was.

When Aster's drink was ready, she grabbed in and in her hurry, almost bumped into a girl surveying the room. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you," she said quietly.

Vanya flinched when the girl got close to her, but otherwise remained composed. "It's okay," she said, plastering on a smile that was a bit too wide, a bit too fake. It pulled at the corner of her mouth, trying to go back to her natural expression, which she was told was rather scary.

Aster gave her a shy smile back. Her expression was odd, like she hadn't had much practice smiling. "I'm Aster," she said, not sure why she decided to make small talk with this girl, but something about her made Aster want to talk with her.

Oh no. Oh no. I do not like this, Vanya thought.

"Vee," Vanya said, giving a nickname her aunt used to call her instead of her full name, "It's nice to meet you."

There. That was an appropriate level of talk. When would that coffee get here?

"That's a nice name," Aster said awkwardly. She really didn't know what to say to this girl. She seemed very stiff. Maybe she didn't talk to people often. "I think your coffee just arrived," she said, pointing to a steaming cup. "I'm going to go sit down. Nice meeting you, Vee."

¨ You...you too," Vanya said, grabbing her coffee and hurtling out of the doors.

She didn't like talking to people. She didn't understand how people could make connections so easily, how they could trust strangers with something as valuable as a name. How they could walk around with a smile on their face like everything was fine. Then again, most people didn't live in her circumstances, but still.

The girl seemed nice. And maybe she was. But Vanya didn't want to stick around long enough to be disappointed.

Aster frowned at the doors. Something about Vee seemed... off. But it really wasn't her place to judge. And maybe she was just making her uncomfortable. She pulled out her chair and sat down, sipping her drink.

Vanya walked back in, her jacket slung over her arm. A new barista was making coffee- a boy this time, with golden hair. He flashed a dimpled smile at her. "Hey, welcome. What will it be?" he asked.

Vanya didn't smile back. "One black coffee," she said.

"Sugar or cream?"

"No."

"Number?"

"What?" Vanya asked, caught off guard.

The boy asked, "Can I have your number?"

Even if Vanya wanted to give him her number, she didn't have a phone. She didn't need one, and they were too trackable. "No," she said simply.

The boy, however, didn't drop his smile. "That's okay. Here's your coffee. Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," Vanya said, making a mental note to change coffee shops.

She took her coffee and left a crumpled five on the counter. She walked out the door, her braid swinging behind her.

((aww!!))

Luke watched as the girl walked out of the Cafe, her braid swinging behind her. She was cute. He looked down at his watch. He was late for patrol! Cursing under his breath, he grabbed a sports bag and ran into the bathroom to change into a light grey suit with darker accents. He wore no mask, as he never wanted to keep his identity a secret. He thought that gave him more accountability when he was out in the field. Luke jumped out the window and began patrolling the part of the city he was in.

Greyson walked into the cafe with Lyra. They had gotten cold sitting outside and decided to come inside. “Ooh this is cozy.” He said.

Greyson didn’t order anything. “So..” He said? The situation was getting awkward. “Are you gonna get in trouble for not being on patrol?” He asked.

“Really? Cause you seemed to care a lot when I got away.” He said. “I mean, about getting in trouble.”

“Great point.” He said. “Well then, does that mean we’re friends now? Cause we were ‘enemies’ but that was then.”

He put his hands up. “Hey, it’s better than just hating each other right.” Greyson smiled.

“Great!” He pushed his hair back and stood up. “I think I’m gonna order something, I’ll be right back.” He started for the front counter.

He ordered a coffee and a donut, nothing special, then came back and sat down. “Sorry, I haven’t had anything to eat today.” He looked at the donut. “This probably isn’t the best though.”

“Well sure it taste good.” He said, taking a bite. “Just probably not the healthiest thing to start my day with.” He shrugged. “It’s whatever.”

“Not awesome, but not healthy.” He said. “It’s fine though, I just need to chill out.” He took a sip of the coffee.

“You want some?” He offered, holding out the donut. “It’s just chocolate.” He said.

“Yeah no problem, pretty good decision, coming here.” He said, taking another bite.

Greyson smiled slightly. “So.. would this be considered a date?” He asked alimony out of no where.

“Yep.” He said. “Just as friends though, of course.”

“Eh, whatever you say, boss.” He took another sip of his coffee. “So I guess that’s a no?”

He smiled again. “Great! We should plan another one. Maybe not while you’re on patrol though..”

He thought for a moment. “How about, I get your number, then I’ll text you where to meet?” He offered, tipping his cup back and forth. He was a little worried this wasn’t the best idea, dating a hero, but he also didn’t care too much.

“Awesome.” He said, taking his phone back. “Well, I think I know somewhere, I’ll text you though.”

“Well, I guess we should get going then?” He said.

((Timeskip and next topic?))

Ginny was in line to get a latte when she was looking around, only one person really knew her there, she came at a certain time every day. "Hey Baxter, same latte?" Ginny nods as she smiles at the barista. She was waiting at the other side of the cafe.

Ginny saw Bianca and thought she looked cute, "Cute..." she says quietly as she smiled, "Latte for Baxter!" the barista yelled as she went to get her drink, she winked at Bianca as she passed her to Ginnys' booth.

Ginny was at a far booth when she looked around, she didn't know what to do when she wasn't scheming. Ginny was sipping on her latte when she smiled at Bianca, she hasn't felt this way since her hero. she wanted to feel like that again, she wanted to be loved again.

Ginny looked at Bianca she had a mischievous look on her face as she sipped her latte, she was always there until she was done with her latte, she was already halfway done with her drink.

Ginny saw that her drink was done and went to throw her cup away. she went back to her booth to get her stuff as she smiled at Bianca and went out the door.

"Why must all the cute ones be the ones that are hard to get!" Ginny says to herself as she was outside of the cafe. She sighed as she lightly banged her head on the wall outside.

Ginny had a note in her hand when she slipped it into her pocket. It said, 'If you ever wanna know me here's my number' she had her number on the other side of the napkin. She went to the SPM bar before the twins woke up from their nap.

Ginny looked at her phone and smiled, "Hey there" she texted with a smiley face. she never did that anyway, "Name's ginny and yours?" she texted to Bianca. she smiled as she was texting her.

((they could fight in a battle, where they find out about each other and then secretly start dating after??))

"That means white in Italian, right?" she texted as she got a text from an informant, she smirked, it was a job that was just for her. "Yes" she says as she was about do something bad.

((where for the battle??))

"Gotta go, sorry I'll text when I get the chance" she texted as she went to go wreak havoc on people. "The deli would be nice to weak havoc on," she says as she goes there.

((to the Deli??))

"Barely, i think..."