Snippet #2408897

Claudette sighed as softly as she could, not wanting to disturb anyone that would get easily annoyed by someone who sighed when it was finally quiet. Grabbing the now warm tea cup she gently drank from it, putting it down when she was satisfied with how much she had wanted to drink. She didn't want eat the croissant at the moment so she let it sit there on the classy expensive looking plate. It was quiet and boring in such a rich and classy café. The places she had went to or, rather sneaked into, were mostly full of laughter and good conversations about useless things. But, at least it was entertaining.

Looking up as the door to the café opened, she didn't suspect a man with wings to come walking through the door. Yeah, she was a bit surprised, she was different too. Though no one could see she her as different, she was. There was no denying that, and being different had gotten her here. She wondered how it would feel to morph into a winged man? Probably feels the same just with an irregular addition to it. Well that thought was suddenly ignored as she looked up at the man in the middle of the café.

Hearing the first group of sentences; she did have those type of thoughts here and there but, she thought nothing of it and she just brushed it off. She didn't even come to realize that someone was out to get her. Hating that she had something else that she had to worry about she continued to listen to what he was saying.

Now listening to the second group of sentences; she didn't understand why they didn't know why they shot her at the park. Actually she didn't want to know, she would rather keep wondering about it since they didn't know themselves. She had no clue who they were and she couldn't help but start wondering if they were like her. Different. Refuge? Escape? Hell? The refuge and the escape part; she had never needed them. The only thing she escaped from was her old life so, that no one she knew could get hurt. Well, the only thing that was hell was trying to learn how to control this little 'gift' she has.

Before the man left the last group of sentences had gotten to her. She didn't want anything to happen to her family or friends, that she had left behind. The reason she had left was to protect them from her to protect them from anything that had to do with this little 'gift' she had gotten. Now she knew she couldn't refuse, she really had no choice but, to accept. Looking over at the little girl and the male and female who walked up to the girl to say whatever they wanted to say. She didn't want to walk over there and accidentally touch someone.

Well, she couldn't just sit there and wonder where she would be going if she didn't refuse. Getting up out of her seat, she walked up to the girl and kept her distance. "I accept, and I want to know where this refuge is."