|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jun 30, 2016 20:34:59 GMT -7
The small cafe was relatively empty. Minnie sat in the corner booth staring angrily at the screen in front of her. A hot, steaming cup of coffee sat next to her forgotten. She had been there for about two hours already trying to write something. Anything. Her adventures in the slums last week had given her so many ideas for characters and scenery. She had written out pages of descriptions and character developement. Yet the moment she actually sat down to make some kind of coheasive plot there wesn't a single sentence.
She had even made a character based on Titan. The pinkette chuckled at the thought. Minnie and the larger super had converesed several times since she gave him her number. However she had yet to feel comfortable telling him much about her beyond her super persona. She picked up the mug to warm her hands. Thinking about Titan brought a smile to her face. It also helped her forget the fact that she was failing at her job. And there her thoughts go again. She groaned and closed her laptop. Leaning back in her chair she moved her frustrated glare from the screen to the cafe wall. Maybe a few minutesbeing angry at something other than her computer would help.
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jun 30, 2016 20:55:05 GMT -7
Grant didn't go to cafes much, if at all. He didn't go anywhere at all that much, for that matter. He wasn't exactly what people would call a social butterfly, far from it. Grant was best described as a hermit, who lived in isolation away from any kind of interaction with another human being. At least, that was the image he was cultivating. His mother, on the other hand, was not having any of it. She constantly nagged him about going out and doing that 'socializing' thing everybody put so much importance on. The never-ending talk about going out of his comfort zone eventually got to Grant, who decided to make do with that advice.
And so here he was, in some cafe near his house that he had never actually bothered to visit. It was a decent place, all in all. At least it wasn't run down and crawling with all kinds of vermin like some of the other places that Grant visited. It was a quaint, quiet place where people could kick back and relax. Just not the kind of place where Grant found himself comfortable in. But going outside of your comfort zone and all that jazz...
While he was sitting at table, having not even bothered to order something, something, or rather someone caught his eye. A woman tucked away the corner, angrily staring at a computer. While she could have been just another patron, something drew his attention. Her hair. Her pink hair, to be exact. He knew exactly where he had seen that hair before but...no, it couldn't have been. Out of the millions of people that lived in Emerald City, more than one of them was bound to have pink hair. It was silly of him to think like that. But he still couldn't help himself from staring. There was something more familiar about her than just her hair...
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jun 30, 2016 22:01:00 GMT -7
Bringing the mug to her lips, she took another sip. Being angry with the world was getting her nowhere. It was then that she felt eyes digging into her back. Raising an eyebrow delicately she turned her head toward the rest of the of the establishment. A large imposing figure was standing a few feet away. Her eyes widened as she sat up straight. There was a huge guy standing just a few feet away. He seemed a familiar. His build and height were similar to Titan's... When he was in one of his smaller sizes at least. Could it be...? She had never seen the other super's face but it was possible. She'd try calling him but after her second try to call him back, she figured out he was using pay phones. If only she could hear his voice. The big guy never talked much but it was often enough to remember the tone. Minnie weighted her options: sit here and get pissed over her writing or talk to the familiar stranger. With a deep sigh she stood up and walked over.
"Hi, mind if I join you?" She asked.
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 1, 2016 2:04:09 GMT -7
As Grant continued to stare, he cringed when the woman suddenly looked back. Rather than look cross or recoil in disgust, she instead glanced at him curiously. Why was that? Maybe she actually was who he thought she was. It was a small chance, but it was enough to be plausible. Weirder things have happened in this city, after all. After she stared at him for a while, the woman walked up to him (not a regular occurrence for Grant) and spoke. That voice. He recognized that voice. He remembered it all too well. A voice that he heard...at the docks. It was her. Grant's heart skipped a beat. Had she figured out his secret? He knew that he could trust her, but the thought of someone figuring out who he really was still scared him immensely. Eventually, he decided to let her stay a while, it was nice to see her, regardless of the unexpected circumstances.
"Um...no problem"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 1, 2016 13:31:53 GMT -7
The pinkette's smile widened as she took a seat. If she doubted at all before now it was gone. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. Weird considering it took a lot of other people ages to get that level of recognition from her. So he was a blonde under that mask, huh? Somehow she pictured him more as a brunette. Still, it suited him. It ran across her mind that he may not even recognize her. Which was a pity but understandable. Perhaps she needed to poke him a little bit. Drop a few hints and see if he had any reaction to them.
"Sorry to just randomly interrupt your cafe run but you seemed very familiar to me. " she told him. She set her coffee down in front of her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Now if that didn't make him wonder, what would? How was she going to drop hints without blurting out that she knew who he was? She sighed inwardly and subtle bit the inside of her cheek. She'd have to think of something but for now she was sitting next to a 'stranger' and not saying anything.
"I'm Minnie." she told him.
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 1, 2016 20:11:40 GMT -7
As he accepted her proposal to take a seat with him, Grant could tell she had already deduced everything at this point. He was glad it wasn't some mortal enemy or gossipy person who had managed to figure it out, instead it was a trusted ally who he knew wouldn't expose his 'alter ego'. It was a bit odd how she beat around the bush, but Grant understood that it wasn't ideal to talk loudly about who they really were in a public place where anyone could hear. Instead, they could only drop a few very subtle hints to each other. Grant wasn't one for subtlety. As she sat down, he had no idea what to say. She introduced herself as Minnie. So that must have been her real name. Giving a nervous smile, Grant returned the courtesy.
"Grant"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 1, 2016 22:48:05 GMT -7
To say that she was nervous didn't quite cover it. Minnie was at a loss for words. For the second time that day! Part of her wished they didn't have to take part in all this subterfuge. Then again with the civvies around it was dangerous to even mention supers. It was nearly infuriating!
Then he spoke. Grant. Hmm, it fit him. In a weird way at least. His single word introduction made her lips twitch as she held in a giggle. So the quiet, friendly giant wasn't just part of his Super persona? If she was ever going to get him to talk more she had more work to do than she thought.
"You're just as talkative as ever big boy." She teased.
She brought her mug to her lips and finished emptying it's contents. This morning may not have been productive in the way she wanted but it wasn't going to be a loss. Not on her watch. Smiling once more she pulled all of her hair over her shoulder, to keep the troublemaking strands out of her eyes.
"So tell me Grant. What are you doing with your life right now?"
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 1, 2016 23:59:13 GMT -7
Honestly, Grant didn't quite know how to start this conversation, or conversations in general. Most of the time, if he ever did get the misfortune of having someone start a conversation with him, they would be the ones that started a topic that Grant would passively take part in. So he just sat in silence after telling her his name. Her referral to him as 'big boy' was her way of making sure he knew that it was her, as well as to alert Grant that she knew what his identity was, though he had already figured that out. Thankfully, she was the one that 'officially' started the conversation, saving Grant the trouble of finding a topic that wouldn't bore her. It was about him. Grant thought about it for a while. The summer holidays were convenient for him, since he had all the free time in the world to do stuff like hang around cafes that he never hung around, as well as...other nightly activities. It was a bit odd for her to ask how he was doing, considering she knew what he did secretly, but she was probably asking about his civilian life.
"Its summer holidays, so...not much"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 2, 2016 17:32:24 GMT -7
For a moment Minnie kicked herself for asking about how he was. She had only seen him how many times recently? Really girl, grow some common sense. Nonetheless he answered it. Summer vacation huh? She would think that as college student he'd want to take summer quarter classes to get it over with. But to each their own she supposed. Still there had to be something he planned to do this summer. No one should waste the few summer vacations they hsd.
"Summer vacation is a good time to catch up on... other hobbies." She responded with a smile.
"Any big plans this summer? Other than your nightly activities I mean."
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 2, 2016 17:48:14 GMT -7
His answer didn't leave much for conversation, but Grant was sure Minnie would be able to somehow work around it. He wondered what she was doing with her free time. When he first saw her, she was doing something on her laptop. She was obviously not doing some sort of 9-to-5 office job, given how it was almost noon and the fact that it was a weekday. Grant stopped himself when he realized how silly thinking about her day job was when he knew what she got up to at the later hours. That was far more interesting. In fact, Minnie was dropping not-too-subtle hints about Grant's own 'activities' while asking about anything else he was doing. At this point, Grant would have to be an idiot not to understand what she was getting at. Well, Grant was an idiot, but that was beside the point. He thought about that summer course in the Emerald City University, where he met Kasty...but there was not much of anything else. Maybe training. Yeah, he'd go with training.
"Mostly...wrestling training"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 3, 2016 20:13:48 GMT -7
"Wrestling huh? I should have guessed you were a wrestler. Do they have difficulty finding you opponents?" Minnie asked casually.
It peaked her interests hearing that he was involved with wrestling. Though with his build she should have guessed. It would be a crying shame if he didn't use at least part of his civvie life to play sports. He had such a great build for sports and they're bound to make him be at least a little more social. Unless they are all quiet giants. Are they? She had never really thought about that before. Do they talk or just stare at each other and speak with body posture? That was definitely a weird mental image. Pushing that away she opened her mouth for another question.
"So where do you wrestle, maybe I can come watch you sometime."
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 3, 2016 20:27:54 GMT -7
Grant laughed a bit when she asked him about opponents. Yeah, high schools didn't exactly have an abundance of wrestlers that were walking brick walls that were in Grant's weight class, but it was still doable, as rare as those guys were. But Grant wasn't going to limit himself to high school wrestling, he was planning on taking it to the collegiate level with that scholarship to face off against guys that were probably more ambitiously vicious than he could ever hope to be. If he managed to excel at college level wrestling, he could even get to the Olympics, his lifelong dream. But that was quite far away from now, and Grant needed to think of the present. He stopped daydreaming when Minnie asked him where he mostly wrestled, offering to spectate some time, Grant was a little flattered at the offer. It would be nice to have someone that wasn't his parents cheering him on.
"Mostly during Gardner High wrestling events, but its summer holidays now, so school's out"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 3, 2016 21:11:12 GMT -7
"A that's a bummer, maybe when it starts up agai-"
The young woman froze when his sentence registered. Her eyes were wi Gardner... High? He was a highschool student? He looked way to old and acted too mature! Then again she had barely heard the guy speak more than a sentence. Wait. Does this mean.... HAS SHE BEEN HITTING ON A HIGH SCHOOL BOY?!? DEAR GOD WOMAN! She put her head in her hands as her mind hurled insults at her. 'Ok ok calm down, as long as he's not like 16 It's not that bad right? I mean yeah 17 is still six years but it would be better than finding out the cute guy from the docks is still in middle school. And it's not illegal unless I physically act on it!' she told her self. Still the thought was enough to visibly shake her. MINNIE WAS NOT INTO TEENAGERS! Just apparently into guys that look a lot older than they were. Taking a deep breath she posed another question.
"How old are you then, since my original guess is out the window."
|
|
|
Post by Grant Miller on Jul 4, 2016 0:19:55 GMT -7
After Grant told her about his wrestling, Minnie suddenly paused in the middle of her sentence and became distraught. Was it something he said? All he talked about was wrestling events and school being out, nothing harmful. It took her asking about his age to get Grant to realize what exactly bothered her. She didn't know he was a teenager. Grant honestly thought that she already knew, since he just assumed most people could guess his correct age without much problem. He didn't think much of the flirting either, he just thought she was being weirdly playful. Friends did stuff like that sometimes, right? Of course, him being just a friend didn't explain how shocked she was by this revelation, but Grant couldn't figure it out. Still unsure about things, he answered her question anyway.
"Seventeen"
|
|
|
Post by Minerva "Minnie" Wells on Jul 5, 2016 19:03:33 GMT -7
Minnie breathed a sigh of relief as he told her his age. So she hadn't flirted with a ridiculously mature preteen. He was still a minor sure but it was much better than being a child. Besides that only meant, what, six years between them? Her parents had ten between them and they loved each other. A feeling of paniked excitement rushed through her veins. Now that her original worry was put at ease, kinda, she could continue pursuing him. It made her smile despite her hesitation. She fidgeted in her seat as she tried to figure out how to play this. She had to stay calm and not push him. If the attraction was mutual it would happen. All she could do was try to make him turn her way.
"Seventeen and you do so much for the world without anyone taking much notice. My you are a powerful enigma." she said with a flirtatious lilt in her voice.
|
|