Coffee With Damian

December 30, 2018:

Damian and Cassandra sit down and have a proper conversation. At least to the best of Cassie's ability.

Midtown Cafe

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Fade In…

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The Night has come.

But for once, Damian isn't insistent on putting on the hood and wearing that 'R' on his chest. Instead, he's at a coffee shop, sitting in a booth, waiting for someone he's actually invited: Cassandra Cain.

So many things could be said about this particular meeting, but Damian's intentions were innocent. He hasn't taken the time to get to know Cassandra, so…why not now? He currently sits wearing a black longsleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up with some black cargo pants. Combat boots, of course. Green eyes taking in his surroundings.

*

Cassandra shows up a little late, wearing dark jeans and a black hoodie. The hood, at least, is down by the tiem she eaches the table, revealing the intense girl with wide amber eyes and cropped black hair. She slides into the seat across from Damian without saying a word, wathcing his movements intently and studying his reaction to her approach. It's not likely that Cass will speak unless prompted to. That's simply her way. Instead, she rests her hands on the edge of the table, sitting in a relaxed posture that is conducive to springing free of the table at any time while appearing to be relaxe.d

*

Damian seems to offer Cassandra a gentle smile, despite looking his usual stoic nature. "Hello. You look nice today." he compliments her appearance, before he looks over the menu. "Do you enjoy coffee? I realize I've never seen you drink any. So I was uncertain if this venue was appropriate."

*

Cassandra arches a brow at the compliment, otherwise opting not to respond. She leans forward slightly, slender shoulders slightly over the edge of the table as she studies the face of the young man sitting across from her. When Damian mentions coffee Cass cants her head slightly to the eft before giving a faint shrug and a nod, as if she's either unsure or just unconcerned with the question. Then the young woman leans back slightly in her seat. "Do you need something…?" It's just like Cass to cut straight to the point.

*

Oh shit she does talk! Damian seems to keep his gentle smile as she speaks, and he nods softly to her. He didn't seem alarmed when she leaned forward to study his face. He was a handsome guy, right? This is normal, isn't it? Oh well. "Not really, no." Damian replies simply. "I simply wanted to get to know you. Because, well, I don't. Not as well as I'd like."

*

Again, Cassandra arches a brow. She doesn't react visibly to Damian's words, at least not in a way that most people would consider expressive. Instead, she shifts back slightly in her seat. Those piercing eyes continue to fixate intensely on Damian's features. Cass doesn't say anything else for now. In fact, she hardly moves.

*

Finally a waitress comes over, and asks for orders. Damian orders himself a black coffee. He briefly looks to Cassie, before ordering her a cappaccino. Looking then to Cassandra, he also goes silent, his eyes staring deeply into hers. Birds of a feather?

*

Cassandra's fingers splay slightly over the edge of the tablea and she continues to stare for moments longer. Eventually, however, drinks begin to arrive. Cass looks up then and accepts her cup carefully with both hands. Afterward she looks down, staring into the surface of the cappuccino as the steam swirls upward and wafts over her. Eventually, Cassandra reaches out and draws her left pinky lightly through the milk foam across the top of her drink, drawing a long curved line that causes the ripple to look suspiciously like a bat.

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Damian sips his drink as well, and when Cassandra seems to draw a bat with the foam mustache she has going on. Damian gives her a intrigued smile, and he seems to use the foam on his face to draw an R on his cheek. smiling amusedly at her. He does seem to analyze her now, looking her in the eyes, and along her jaw, and her neck. and it's at this moment that Damian realizes that her features are scarily symmetrical.

*

The floating bat is dashed when Cass finally takes a long sip of her drink. She leans her head back slowly, opening herself up to further scrutiny from Damian as she does so. Cradling her drink gently, Cass shifts to sit more comfortably in her place at the table. Her gaze drifts before finally coming to rest on Damian once more. She breathes a soft, comfortable sigh. Damian might start to get the impression Cass is waiting for- something.

*

Damian tilts his head softly to Cass, like he sees somthing…different. New in her. But he doesn't speak, but the fact that Cass might be waiting for something is pretty clear. He takes a moment to look around and get a look around. "So…are you waiting for something, Cassandra?" he asks curiously. He wonders if she thought this was a date.

*

Cassandra shrugs slowly, her lips briefly pursed while she consideers the question. Then the girl shakes her head once and takes another sip of her cappuccino. Her gaze wnaders off into the room again as her attnetion slowly shifts away from Damian once more. Whatever Cass was waiting for she at least seems to be done with staring for now.

*

Damian seems to ponder for a moment, before he reaches to take her hand in his. Was his flirting, or was it concern. "You don't know what you're waiting for?" Damian asks. a rare show of weakness for Damian, but one he believes is necessary. what's going through Cass's head?

*

Cassandra freezes in place for the breadth of a couple breaths. Slowly, her gaze shifts back to Damian and she studies him coolly for a moment. Finally, the girl replies in a flat whisper, "I thought you might have something to say."

*

Damian recalls this. "Oh, yes. I was just worried for a moment. So…I'm glad that you've been able to find your voice as well. That you trust us enough to share it. Though, I'm curious. Where are you from?" he doesn't seem to retract his hand.

*

Cassandra takes the offered hand finally, regarding it with a muted curiosity. She stzares at their joined hands while she considers the question. Cass's brows furrow and she opens her motuh as if she might speak, but then simply trails off before giving her head another faint shake.

*

"It's alright if you don't remember." So Damian decides to ask a different question, even giving her hand a squeeze. "hmm..what's your favorite color?" she'll probably say black, but that's okay.

*

Cass doesn't reply immediately. Instead, she turns and removes the small bag she wears, sliding it down from her shoulders to rest on the table between them. She opens up the pack and withdraws a small deep blue pen. It's somewhere between royal blue and midnight in hue. The girl lays it on the table between them.

*

Damian picks up the royal blue/midnight blue colored pen with his free hand and he looks at it. "Deep blue?" he asks her for confirmation. "Beautiful color. I suppose my favorite color has always been black." because he is the son of the night. "either that, or green." like his eyes…are EMERALD. but he smiles to her.

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Cassandra nods quickly and sips her drink. She then gestures to Damian with a cupped hand, her palm turned upward, as if urging him to continue to speak. Dark eyes latch onto his once more, wathcing past the rim of her cup.

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