Who: Ira Spencer and OPEN What: Hanging out at a local coffee shop Where: Coffee shop When: Sunday evening Warnings: Will update if necessary Status: OPEN
His sister had encouraged him to go to The Institute. He trusted her judgement, but now that he was here, well. He was starting to have second thoughts. Who wouldn't? He was away from home, for the first time in his life. He was out on his own, for all intents and purposes, and he felt completely adrift, completely uncertain, and completely in-over-his-head.
His social anxiety had him wanting to stay cooped up in his room as much as possible, but he knew that wouldn't help anything, or anyone. He needed to get out there and do something, anything. He needed to meet people, and live his life. He needed to get a job, something to do away from the apartment when he wasn't participating in an experiment.
But who would hire a guy who heard voices, and talked to people no one else could see? He sighed and sipped the coffee he'd ordered. He didn't have a lot of spending money, but coffee was a vice he couldn't do without. He lifted his gaze and looked around the small cafe. Inadvertently making eye contact with someone, he offered an awkward smile of greeting.