Meeting up again.

Haven sat in the Cafe, wishing she could curl up in that chair. She rubbed her arms, eyes flittining around. What if he didn't show up?
What if he was joking, and this is... Haven let her thoughts stop there. Montare wouldn't do that, would he? Haven turned her head when she heard a door open, disappointed to see a stranger. Maybe the guy was a hallucination or something.

The sound of the door opening was heard again a moment later, Montare walking through it. He walked through the cafe until he saw Haven's table and sat down in front of her. He smiled slightly. "Hey Haven."

Haven looked up, becoming happier. "Hey Montare." A smile slipped onto her face. He had actually come! "How are you?" she calmed herself down, but her eyes were still sparkling with relief. Biting her lip gently, she glanced around the restaraunt.

Montare also showed a smile of relief, as he felt the same way. "Good, you?" he calmly replied to Haven. He noticed her glancing around the place. "Is something wrong?" He was slightly confused, but imagined it could be nothing of importance.

"I'm fine." Haven stopped looking around, and focused on the person in front of her. "Bit uncomfortable, out in the open like this." It was true, the girl was unused to open spaces such as the cafe. "What do you wanna order?"

Montare could see why she was uncomfortable. Normally she would probably get bullied in a place like this, so she had a good reason to be uncomfortable. Hopefully she would get used to it being safe. "Oh, I understand." Montare said calmly. When she asked what he wanted to order, he thought for a moment. He hadn't ordered anything the only other time he came here. "Coffee, I guess."

Haven nodded. "I'll guess I'll get tea, never was big on coffee." She cast her gaze down to her hand, slowly slipping into her own little world. Her head shot up as a clatter of a pan falling came from the kitchen, shock evident in her face. "Oh....it was just pans." she laughed a bit, softly.

Montare stiffed a slight laugh. She really was nervous to be here. "You seem really jumpy." he commented. He was still happy she was here at all, however. Montare waited to see if Haven would respond to his comment.

Haven held in her sigh. "I know I am. Sorry." her eyes flitted back down to her lap. Rubbing her skinny arms to warm herself. "Is this a date?" she asked herself, voice just auidible. Haven quickly covered her mouth, embarresed with a blush rising to her cheecks.

Montare starting to blush the instant he was asked that. Was this a date? Montare was not to sure himself. However, he would probably need to answer this if he wanted to get anywhere. "I...uhm...." was all he could get out from the embarrassment. He started to pull himself together so that he could actually speak. "Well....I...I don't...I don't know myself... Sorry."

Haven's cheecks turned a deep shade of red when she realized she had actually asked the question. "S-sorry...I..uhm..." she sank deeper into her chair, wishing she could really die from being to embarresed. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could disapper or become invisible or something that would hid her. "Sorry." Haven whispered again. She held herself tight, feeling bad for puttinng Montare in a situation like that. What if it was a date? she wondered, making her cheeks even more red, if it was possible.

Montare could tell this was starting to take a turn for the worst. "No, it's fine. And, it's not a date." he said, trying to make Haven feel better. Montare really couldn't stop screwing things up, could he? Either way, he might as well try to fix it. "Really, it's alright, Haven."

Haven nodded, holding onto his words, but still held her arms. "Thanks, you...you are a great friend." she didn't have anything else to say, and went back to her naturally shy self. "Anyway..." she took a deep, calming breath before she went on "we should probably order now, right?"

Montare smiled slightly, since he managed to fix the problem. The smile was also caused by the fact that he was just called a great friend. "Oh, yeah. I'll go deal with that." Montare said as he got up and started walking up to a small counter, due to any waiters or waitresses nowhere to be found.

Haven leaned back in her chair, waiting untill Montare had gotten to the counter. She then took out a notpad, writing down what she had learned about her powers, and what she hoped they could do. Then she write down all the thing she wanted to learn about in the classes.