Felix thought it was probably weird that she preferred to hang out in areas like Haven over areas like Ryde Hall or The Rails or Danton. But Felix had spent almost half of her life living far closer to Haven than the nicer parts of the city, and that was the half of her life before anyone cared who she was or what she could do. She went there sometimes to feel anonymous, to just melt into the background. Felix had always felt more comfortable with the poor and miserable than the happy and entitled anyway, so Haven seemed to suit her just fine. As long as she dressed low key enough that people wouldn't look too closely at her. Sometimes Felix swore she just smelled like a Faraday now and the world could tell. Many didn't care about her, didn't notice her, or didn't recognize her, but there were usually a few who did. Felix wasn't sure she'd ever get used to that.
She still needed to start her days with caffeine, but she tried not to hang out at the Boombox Cafe when she wasn't working, unless they happened to have a good night of music on the docket. But it was morning and she was in Haven, not Ryde Hall, so she headed into a random cafe in Haven, and ordered a coffee. When she picked it up, though, the lid popped right off and the coffee spilled all over her hand, shirt, and the counter. She swore under her breath and yanked her hand back too late from the path of the hot beverage. An instinctive, reactionary gust of wind suddenly sent the useless lid--and a few droplets of spilled coffee--skittering away from Felix.
She froze and frowned. "Fucking seriously?"
She didn't say that loud enough for the barista to hear, though. Instead, she just forced a tight smile at the chick behind the counter, assured her it was fine, really, can you just top up my cup and pass me a new lid, and then reached for napkins to start cleaning herself up.
What a fantastic way to start the day. Felix looked around to see if anyone had noticed her little wind flail moment, and spotted a man probably about her dad's age sipping his coffee at a table a few feet away who seemed to be looking in her direction. She blushed hard, but raised her eyebrows a little at him and tried to keep her expression neutral. Would he react, or just look away?