Re: Coffeeshop: Hannah/Si
She didn't see him, and she knew she'd know him. She didn't understand the connection with the girl she'd never been, but that she kind of was, and this made everything make even less sense. Hannah remembered things. She remembered thing so strongly that, at first, she hadn't even known anything had changed. She'd woken up one morning, and she'd been her, and her had felt like the same her from the day before. There were nightmares, bad ones, and they were about dying and a fall and the pain of a jolt at the end of the drop, but those had been nightmares, and she'd believed it. Until Marcus had told her otherwise, she hadn't even known.
She knew she'd know him. She'd known Jamie, and she'd known David, and she knew what Mars looked like, even if she'd never seen her really. She knew she'd know him, but it was different. She'd been spinning lies in tangles for months and months, but those steins didn't feel like this.
This, this, this was looking around, and then it was standing really still, and she knew he was standing behind her. Pause, pause, pause, and then she turned. She smiled, because that was what she did, she smiled. She didn't have any real way to know what Amy would have done, the real Amy, the not-her Amy, but Hannah smiled. Soft and unsure and hello, and then she stepped, stepped forward. Into his space, and she started to hug him, because that was who she was, it was what she did, but maybe he didn't want that. So, skid and stop, but her smile stayed where it had bloomed. He didn't look really good, but that was something captured in cornflower and not commented on yet. "Hi. Do you want something?" she motioned to the counter.