Who: Kyle Rayner and OPEN Where: A coffee shop in New York City When: Wednesday, June 30th, 2010. Middle of the night. Summary: Kyle is up late working on some material for work, avoiding sleep like the plague.
In what was now too many times to count, Kyle found himself slouched forward, head in his hands, with his eye closed and his hand limp enough that he lost grip of his pencil. Only when it rolled across the table did he stir, straighten, and reach for the coffee he did not particularly enjoy. It just was not his thing. Never had been. Sure, he loved the smell, but beyond that he could scarcely stomach it. The only thing he hoped to gain from it was a caffeine kick, but whatever boost it had initially given him was wearing off in these early morning hours.
And naturally, he had still had much to do and no energy with which to do it. Such was the exhaustion that came with his 'other job', coupled with his failed decision not to go with Monster instead of coffee. But then the coffee shop was open all night, and Kyle had hoped that being among other patrons would keep him more lively than if he was just at home, but thus far it had helped little. Even with all the eyes on him every time he doused off.
"Get your anything else, handsome?", asked the plump waitress who had been watching Kyle a little too closely all night. If there was a single reason he did not want to fall completely asleep in this establishment, it was for fear of what the woman might do to him in a comatose state. Just the thought was enough to temporarily wake him.
"Ah, no thanks", he said politely, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."
"Suit yourself, then."
Shaking his head once, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his sketchpad.