Snippet #2638839

Muffles behind the door...The voice of a small girl.
That can't be the cook, can it?
Raven perks up a bit in an attempt to listen in and try to confirm his suspicion. She sounds like a nine year-old... The student looks to the window on the left wall his table is pressed up against, looking at the black-nothing outside of the clear glass, and finds himself somewhat amused at the ridiculous thought of a kid being the cafe's cook, even at a ludicrously slow time like the graveyard shift. A young girl would probably have a bedtime much too early for it anyway.
With a voice sounding as young as that by adulthood, the woman could probably be any age and still sound just as-
THWACK!-BOOM! The door is blown open by the concussive force of a foot and sent right into the wall next to Raven's seat, just barely protecting him from the swinging surface. Of course, Raven acts in his usual...unique fashion by jumping so high that his right knee bashes the bottom surface of the table but is done so quickly that the sound is mistaken for as part of the noise made by the door.
AAAAAAAAAAAA- "....." -AAAAAAAAAAA- "....." -AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Of course Raven keeps quiet; instead, opting to further pull up on his bandanna and shyly sink lower to try and avoid any attention...
His knee hurt and his heart was now doing 137 BPM and it was all her fault. That- The shy boy quickly glances to his right. TINY PERSON!!
Raven nearly bumps the table again when he finds out that the voice was perfectly natural...you know...for a child. The only thing is she does not look nine. She looks more around eleven-ish, which of course is still much too young to be cooking in an actual business establishment. It seems like the child and girl at the counter are too distracted with each other to really notice, which is convenient for the boy sitting down but it does not last much longer than those few seconds, squandered by his border-lined panic attack. In a second, the little girl, called Aria, is practically upon him and questioning his routines.
She asks of his sandwich and the consistant times he has ordered such in the middle of the night.
'But..', he mentally protests. ...But, I like my late night sandwich. He just looks up at the girl, thinking everything he would like to say while absent-mindedly forgetting to think of what to actually come out with; leaving his vocal cords silent and his gaze still averting to everywhere in the vicinity of the girl except for the girl herself.
I get an espresso sometimes too...I mean, it's only in the mornings that I order one here but I still do order something other than a sandwich...
He finds relief when the little girl's attention gets drawn back to the woman behind the counter, calling out to leave him be. Which '-doesn't sound like a bad idea at all...'-according to Raven. At least he could feel like at least someone understood him. That is...well...until: “I thought you said he looked like a hoodlum.”
-WELL, THANKS FOR HAVING COMPLETE FAITH IN ME, LADY! Raven sinks lower and pulls his bandanna back up to compensate for its gravity-induced travel back down a few centimeters.
“A-A-A-Aria!", she stammers. "I-I don't know what she's talking about, sir! She's making things up, you know how kids can be....eh-heh...heh."
Yeah...they can be pretty honest sometimes, in my experience...
The two continue on arguing; bringing up the little girl's age. "You're twelve!!"
"Twelve and a HALF!"
-LIKE THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!
Raven was close though. She certainly seems even too young to be 12... It becomes further apparent when the girl turns back around and looks at Raven with her big, green eyes. A pair of eyes which suddenly remind their subject of study that he has yet to even say anything previously. Quickly, the boy forms up a response as best as he can in minimal amount of time, though it comes out somewhat mumbled and lacking in volume.
"Uh-eh-I-I-..but-...but, I enjoy my routine..."
"Ya know, in a lot of places getting to sit at the chef's table is quite the privilege." The girl seems to completely miss Raven's speech, making his build up of courage completely for naught. Or you can just keep going...that's fine.. The defeated boy just keeps his eyes down at his sandwich with his hands held still underneath the table, in his lap while he listens.
"You can show me how honored you are by introducing yourself. You can call me the Chef Supreme, Aria Sinner!"
'Chef Supreme'? That's...modest... The boy finds himself unable to look back into the child's eyes for more than an instant before averting his own deep-violet ones down to the table once more.
"...I'm-.." the older student slightly squints, trying to pool up the courage to begin his end of the conversation he was just so-pleasantly thrust into. "My-..My name is-..." The boy clears his head for a second.
"...I'm Raven." 'Raven' pauses once more, trying to look at the girl and succeeding for only two-again-brief moments before pushing the rest out. "Raven...Violette.."