Rain Keeps Falling // Darker Weather (open)

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notes : Michiko has zero people skills. And would probably steal someones umbrella at this point. Maybe.

Her first glance around the café revealed that more people had shuffled inside, likely taking shelter from the rain like she was, during her time spent in the single restroom. The once sparsely occupied tables were now starting to fill up as the patrons settled in for however long the storm outside decided to rage on. Clustered together as they were, even though there were empty seats Michi would be forced to share a table with at least two other people. And with such close proximity they’d likely try to make small talk and her already tenuous nerves didn’t make the prospect appealing in the slightest. [break][break]

She wavered in place for a moment before a sudden face popped in front of her. Her angry expression, still firmly in place, seemed to startle the man who’d invaded her personal bubble and he stumbled over his words as he asked if there was anything he could do to help her current predicament. A quick glance up and down (she realized in her heels she had a good two inches on the poor man) revealed a name tag pinned neatly to his white collared dress shirt and what appeared to be towel clutched in his hands. He obviously worked here. Michi didn’t reply right away, instead letting the man suffer under her heated glare for perhaps a moment too long while she mulled over his offer. This didn’t seem like the type of place to go out of their way to treat each patron like an honorable guest and judging by how awkward the man was he didn’t seem used to doing such things, which left Michi feeling both suspicious and even more self-conscious than she’d been before. [break][break]

The thought of calling him outright, or simply using her quirk to figure out his intentions were both highly appealing in that moment. But she liked to at least pretend that her paranoia didn’t reach that far as to question every single random act of kindness directed her way. So instead she huffed once, inclined her head in a nod smoothing her features into something more genial, and accepted the towel with a murmur of thanks. His mission apparently accomplished; the man wasted no time zipping back out of sight behind the coffee bar the moment the towel left his hands. [break][break]

Well, she hadn’t meant to seem that intimidating. [break][break]

Regardless, after his hasty retreat she was now left still standing awkwardly in front of the restroom staring down at the towel in her hands and wondering what the odds were that it was in fact a dish towel and how clean it actually was. She certainly wasn’t about to rub a glorified dishrag over any part of her body. [break][break]

Giving the café another once over she quickly vetoed both the tables and the fabric couch and armchairs. Which left just the bench lining the very front of the building, occupied by only one person at this point. Mind made up, she folded the towel in her hands and made her way over to the coffee bar, dropping the towel on a table as she passed by, intent on ordering something hot to drink while she waited. [break][break]

In a little under four minutes later, now clutching at a warm disposable travel mug with both hands, she made her way over to the bench, still thankfully singularly occupied and sat down finally leaving ample room between her and the other person. Her right leg crossing over her left at the knee, hands and coffee resting atop comfortably while she mentally prepared herself for however long she had to wait here. Aside from the obvious discomfort from being drenched, boredom was surely her next beast to tackle. She could pull her phone back out, at the very least appearing occupied with it would deter anyone else looking to chat her up, but the battery had already been low before the storm started and Michi didn’t want to drain it dry when she still had to head home. If the storm lasted long enough, she certainly didn’t want to make the trek to her apartment in the dark with it dead. [break][break]

Irritated once more with that thought she brought her drink up for a small sip, testing the heat before accidently burning her tongue, and pondered activating her quirk again to people watch. Seeing stranger’s emotions while they interacted with other people could prove interesting. Speaking of strangers, her eyes slid to her right finally taking the time to look over who she’d sat next to. [break][break]

He was tall, though his youthful features quickly placed him as younger than her. However, what really caught her attention was the fact that he seemed more or less dry. Curiosity spiked she unabashedly tilted her head further to the side a bit more, looking for an umbrella or raincoat, because she was nearly certain that he hadn’t been in here before she’d arrived despite how hurried her entrance had been. When she saw sign of neither item, her brows furrowed minutely in frustration and she wondered how the hell he’d managed to make it inside and not look half drenched like herself and a few other unlucky people who’d been caught off-guard by the storm. [break][break] Settling her drink back down, Michi debated breaking her decision to avoid small talk while she was stuck inside, if only to potentially satiate her curiosity (and jealousy). Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained… Or something like that. She hardly paid attention to her Father’s weird English idioms. [break][break]With the rain still pounding furiously just outside Michi tilted her torso a touch, just enough to make it clear she was speaking to him and not just thinking out loud, “Strange how the storm seemed to come from nowhere…” her voice trailed off at the end, making the words more a statement of fact rather than an actual question. [break][break]