Re: Marvel: Starbucks; Damian & Donna
[Starbucks was one of the few things that made her life feel normal. They were everywhere back home, and if you didn't mind waiting in an hour long line, the one down at the Market (the very first Starbucks) was the best. For a girl that didn't have a door she could open and go home to, a place where she felt like she belonged, Starbucks was the closest she would ever get here.]
You may find that there are far more places in the world that aren't like Gotham than are. You almost sound disappointed that you were able to walk down the street without being harassed. [Her dark eyes flickered over his features; the gleam in his icy eyes, the naturally arrogant turn of his lips, the shadow that highlighted his jawline, the hair that brushed across his forehead, back to his eyes, and something about that smirk hitched her breath in her throat. Maybe because it was the first time he looked like he wasn't completely annoyed with her. She liked it, and quite without thinking the corners of her mouth turned up into a much more real smile than the one she gave when she had walked in.
Oh, right. Breathe. She needed to breathe. Breathing was good.]
I'm 27. [The answer itself teetered on the edge of being a question. What did her age have to do with anything? Her birthday was next month, but even after almost an entire year she still had the urge to say 26. Not because she wanted to be younger, but because sometimes she simply forgot. She had barely gotten used to 27, and now she was going to be 28? Ugh.] Isn't there some rule about asking women their age?