The coffee was warm, it heated him in a way that he had not experienced in a while. It was like drinking a lot of fresh blood, only sweeter, more flavorful. Less addictive as well. Consuming blood was a need, something forbidden and wonderful but ultimately hazy as well, except when you were doing it, in that moment where you were feeling the life beat out of something's chest. Coffee, on the other hand, seemed to make things oddly more mellow, and yet exciting as well. There was something about it too that felt, sophisticated as well, the sense that he was doing something important. Perhaps it was the atmosphere around the place that was so very unique.
It was like a bar, almost, except that the patrons were not the unruly sort. Instead they appeared to be normal folk, eagerly having discussions about this and that. Most of them were paying homage to some sort of electronic device. Some of the girls blushed and waved when he looked at them, and he just smiled and quietly nodded while he sat back in the chair. Trying to relax, trying to put out of his mind the fact that the one thing he wanted to get out of his brain was walking around behind him, quietly cleaning up and minding the coffee... creator... thing. Whatever it was.
He could feel it when she came up behind him. He could feel her approaching. He knew that she was walking towards him. He could sense her each footstep and felt the heat in his chest rise when she came close by. As she whispered to him, he stole a glance at her, wathcing those golden rays of sunshine cascade behind her in the pony tail that she kept it in. Watching those soft hands that he had touched just moments before as they hung at her sides. He heard her words, and cast his eyes downward.
Gritting his teeth he moved the cup too quickly and caused some of the coffee to slosh out, causing him to mutter a curse in a foreign language as he looked around, wondering what he could use to wipe up the mess that was on the table. It was then that he spotted the disposable paper napkins that he had seen other people using earlier, right beside a girl who was cleaning the things on there. Taking in a slow breath, he made his way towards her, stepping beside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world, not looking over at her, but instead just speaking softly to her, as she had to him.
"You don't understand me. You can't. I have done things wrong, just by being who I am. And it's not because I'm different that I hate myself." he said, leaving the obvious question of why he did hate himself up in the air, and instead turned back to clean up his table, finishing off the rest of the mocha with a dedicated gulp, cleaning up the mess he made as he went to throw away the cup. He needed to get out of this place, to get away from her, she was intoxicating, confounding, and most of all infuriatingly... wonderful.
As he hung his head near the door, he wondered if the fates would be kind enough to let him out of the place without her being able to follow... something in him doubted it...