[center] Damian Luv Front entrance of the School [/center] Damian could see that the older boy was nervous, troubled perhaps by the goths appearance or behaviour though the boy saw the way that Jack’s eyes slid over him as if he couldn’t see him and the black haired boy realized that he was, in fact, being checked out by his match and he felt the heat rise to his face. It could have been anger that flashed in his eyes, or annoyance, but there was definitely embarrassment attached to whatever it was that had crossed his gaze and he looked away even though he was trying not to look at Jack. He had noticed first thing that the black shirt he wore was tight against his body, showing off the toned muscle of his torso and the strength in his arms, all the way down to where his jeans touched his hips. Damian on the other hand wasn’t dressed quite like that, with his low rise jeans showing part of his hips though his sweater hid them unless he reached up. As Jack looked away from him, grinning in excitement with a twinge of nervousness, Damian couldn’t help but to sneak a look at the smoking hot man he had been matched with a marvel again at how lucky he was to have gotten his crush for a match. He wouldn’t admit it aloud but he had been crushing on Jack for a year now, always too afraid to say anything to the man and had instead gone to the pool while he was at practice on Saturdays and made it a point to be at the swim meets as part of the cheering crowd from their school. His gaze slid down the man’s body until it touched the ground and there it remained until Jack mentioned the café again and the male responded first with a light nod and then he opened his mouth to speak. He parted his lips slightly at first, his tongue snaking out to lick the suddenly very dry skin and he breathed in a little heavier than he had been the whole time while he attempted to regain his composure and resisting the urge to burst out and tell Jack how attractive he really was to Damian. [color=bc8dbf]“Yeah. Café sounds good. I could use a good frapichino.“[/color] He said turning and starting off toward the café. He seriously needed to calm down and a good drink should help him do that if he’s careful. With a sigh he rubbed a hand along his neck, flicking his hair out from under the collar that was tight around his neck and exposing the tattoo on his neck more, the ink dark and striking against his pale skin. When he moved his hand though, his dark hair flopped back over his neck and he looked back over his shoulder at his match with a smile. [color=bc8dbf]“Are you coming?”[/color] [@Avanhelsing] [hr] [center] Claudia Desmond Café [/center] The girl had been walking with Connor for a time when she saw the male vanish inside of the café and find a seat without them though when the two got close enough they had stopped walking and he was looking at her face with a level of concern that she was unused to. Normally people didn’t care when they saw her injuries or her scars but this one had taken the time to point it out and ask what was wrong. She raised a hand to her face, confused for a moment before she realized what it was he was looking at and she pulled the scarf hastily back up over her face, flustered and confused again. [color=00aeef]“I broke my cheekbone when I was younger.”[/color] She explained, looking away from him and heading inside of the café without him so that he wouldn’t ask any more questions. She knew she would have to take off the scarf again to drink and eat here but at east she could sit somewhere where they wouldn’t have to look at it. Maybe she should have covered it with makeup today. In all honesty, Claudia had expected her match to reject her the moment he saw her this morning so she hadn’t put much thought or effort into what she was wearing and ended up dressed just in her usually attire that she often wore to school or town. She hadn’t expected there to be two of them, nor for them to actually show some sort of interest in her. She looked around, eyes finding the booth that which Ryko sat in and she walked over, hands shoved deep in her pockets and her shoulders slumped as she slid into the booth across from him, not wanting to upset him by sitting next to him and silently she hoped that Connor would sit with his brother. [color=00aeef]“You were too far ahead, I couldn’t talk to you.”[/color] She said quietly, her gaze remaining glued to the table as she took her hood down off her head so that her hair could move, though the scarf remained around her face for a couple more moments. She could see the remains of the chock in his eyes, had glimpsed the anger in his expression before she’d come inside. She touched a hand to the fabric that covered her face, her nose scrunching up and her brow furrowing as if she was clenching her jaw or grinding her teeth beneath the heavy black fabric. [color=00aeef]“You saw didn’t you?”[/color] Her voice was little but a whisper and she looked over at him, worry in her eyes, fear of his reaction to her. [@ScarlettWaters16] [hr] [center] Roza Vigard Cafe [/center] The young woman shrugged as if it was no big deal for her to electrocute seven high school boys though the smirk on her face told of how well she knew her abilities. [color=630460]“I know.”[/color] She said in response to his compliment and smiled that confident and cocky smirk of hers that she had only shown to Tetsu and her team mates in the last four years. Her eyes flashed green, just as a line of code along her collarbone flashed as she hacked into the security systems server and finding her way to the last couple of minutes, blacking out the two at the table and the girl in the center of the group so that none of them would be bothered by the police after they got here. Roza hated dealing with American police officers; they were so incompetent and ignorant of their own stupidity. As he got up to go, Roza pulled him down and kissed him on the cheek as if she was his girlfriend and they had been here together for a reason instead of the male showing up where she had been getting rid of her hangover. She had to admit, using her powers did make her feel a lot better. The young woman let go of him, allowing her message to sink in with her warning and the kiss as she returned to her coffee and sipped at it again. Though now that the pain had pretty much gone away she called over the waitress and ordered something a little bit sweeter, a chocolate mocha with cream and foam, chocolate shavings on top in a large mug. The young lady was dressed in a maid outfit and she enjoyed looking at her, though she was sure the maid wouldn’t be useful for her mission at any point in time and she shrugged, finishing off her coffee while she waited for her next drink to arrive. [@MThePathSeeker]