Aya took a deep breath in her mirror and put her headphones in. Her top lids were lined with eyeliner reminiscent of a 50s starlet, her go-to style. Her body was a small one, dark hair a sharp contrast to her skin. She wore tight pants and a loose sweater, typical style of winter. Music made its way into her ears, and she let out a small sigh. Music made her feel connected to people, something she felt was always lacking in the rest of her life.
Her clock caught her attention and she suddenly realized she was late. Her newest record had taken almost her whole morning, and to be honest, she'd forgotten about Ian. She sat at her computer quickly, clicking refresh on the comment page of her new sound. A smile painted her face easily when she saw the newest comments; they were all positive. Aya noticed one in particular, this person always commented on her new things.
"Great Video as always, keep it up! Maybe you could end this whole controversy and show us who you are in the next one?"
Her fingers found the keyboard and began to type
AnonymousAdministrator: "Thank you, I definitely will. And I've been showing you who I am in these this whole time."
Aya grinned and closed her browser. She stood and walked toward the foyer of her small, one-bedroom apartment and sighed. She was always happy to see Ian, and she adored the boy, but she really wanted to stay and soak in the attention of her fans. Nothing felt better than the validation they gave her. As her boots moved through the city, one of her older records in her ears, she sighed.
Aya simultaneously felt singled out and ignored whenever she was around people. No one truly understood how it felt to lack a vital form of communication with others. She tried to pretend it didn't matter, that she was just like everyone else. Even she didn't believe that. She knew she was different, knew she would never fit in, simply because some chords in her throat didn't work. She was born this way, and because of it had little friends. Ian accepted her, but even then, there was still something off about it. She felt a vibration in her pocket and moved from the center of the sidewalk to look at her phone.
Aya couldn't help but smile, speak of the devil and he shall appear. She read his message and typed one of her own.
Shush. I'm on my way now. Hopefully I can get there soon, there's a lot of people out today. Oh, the mystery person?
She wondered if he had any idea this person he raved about was her. She assumed not and would never tell him. It was so awkward, and it was private for her. Her own personal haven were she felt normal and to be honest, she didn't want him to know. It was her secret and she demanded it to be.
Aya knew the way to Claire's Corner by heart and was barely paying attention as she walked through the door. She ran her hands through her dark hair and spotted Ian's body in the corner. She smiled, her emerald eyes lighting up as she headed towards him. A tall man slammed his shoulder into hers on accident. She stumbled back a little and he apologized. She nodded to him, signing a quick I'm sorry. He stared at her and did a nervous smile as he walked away from her, muttering an "I'm sorry".
She moved her eyes downward the rest of the walk toward Ian, sighing. It was always awkward interacting with strangers. It took so much work to understand her, she was surprised anyone did it at all.
She took Ian in, smiling at his familiar and handsome features.
Aya sat, sighing as she placed her bag down and began taking off her scarf and coat, 'Sorry I'm late. It'll never happen again... except probably tomorrow.'