Demetra was startled when the phone was passed to her, but she listened hastily to the English passing through the phones. When he hung up, as did she and she returned the phone to him. She didn't really understand what she had just heard, other than the fact that he was apparently rich and that his parents were coming and it was some sort of big secret that he had money. She flipped out her iPhone, which had finally save up enough money for, and sat back down in the booth as Daniel and Charlotte left. She thought it funny how Charlotte had left immediately after Daniel, and a small grin played across her lips as the though crossed her mind. She slid on her phone, sent a quick text to Daniel saying she couldn't go anywhere with him and apologizing in the process, then stretched a little as her Belgian Waffle was set before her.
However, the smirk disappeared as a soft tingling sensation slid over her neck, causing the hair to rise up and goosebumps to appear across her skin. She turned slightly as her breakfast was set before her, and as soon as her eyes fell on one person standing near the door, she froze.
A boy stood there, who wasn't even a boy at all, he was more of a man than a boyish child. He looked only slightly older than she was, but that wasn't the thing that made her go still. No, there were two other reasons entirely.
It was the familiar look to him. She swore she recognized him, which was odd because she knew absolutely no one from America as of yet. His hair was a bleach-blond color that one didn't commonly associate it with a person. He was tall, but not uncomfortably so, and had muscle that was obvious but not sickening. And his face. His face was angular, seeming to be perfectly sculpted by the Gods.
There was also the fact that a man stood directly behind him. He looked like a slightly older version of the man who was staring at her. He had a similar build and facial structure, along with similar coloring. Only, he was different.
He was a spirit.
Her heart hammering in her chest and her cheeks flushing a bright red, Demetra quickly turned her gaze to the man who was alive, then back to the shimmering, blue-white spirit. After several moments of staring at the two, she whipped back around to her waffle. "Smettere di fissarmi... Non guardare a lui... " she muttered, hunching her shoulders a little. She wrapped her fingers around the oval, bronze locket that hung between her breasts, closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, then turned back to her food. She released her locket and plucked up her fork, itching to turn around and stare back at the man. It was disconcerting to say the least to have someone she didn't know staring at her. It was entirely different if she was performing or playing a game for one of her sports; it was just ... Weird when she was in public and not doing anything to attract attention to herself.
Finally, she turned and gave him a nervous, almost embarrassed look, but not at all mean.
"Posso aiutare lei, Signore?" she asked. She flushed as she realized he more than likely didn't speak English. She cleared her throat. "Can I help you, Sir?" she asked, her voice laced with her accent.
((Smettere di fissarmi... Non guardare a lui... - Stop staring at me ... Do not look at him ...
Posso aiutare lei, Signore? - Can I help you, Sir?))
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The calming, beautiful serenity of the forest engulfed him as he lay back in the gently swaying, perfectly green grass. His eyes were closed and he could see the sun against his eyelids, feel the heat as it bathed over his skin, smell the sweet scents of the trees, the honeysuckle, the freshly cut grass.
The sound of a swishing through the forest floor caused him to open his eyes. He looked up at the bright, gorgeous blue sky, and then slowly sat up, his brows drawn together and his legs splayed out before him. His hands were braced behind him to hold himself up, and his eyes locked on the dark trees before him.
Suddenly, something dashed by the trees, an odd, sparkling glow that moved too fast for his eyes to follow. He shot up and took off towards the trees, his curiosity driving him to follow the odd light.
He was gaining on the glowing object. He was only a few feet away and quickly catching up to what he could now tell was a female. His hand reached out with a mind of its own to grab the girl, just a little further and his fingers will have touched her shoulder …
Orion’s eyes opened and he looked at the dark ceiling of his room. Dull light splayed through the curtained window, and he stifled a yawn, the dream already just a dim memory. He never could remember his dreams and nightmares well.
Slipping from his bed, he rose and stretched, his joints cracking, and groaned slightly. “Damn,” he muttered as his head began to throb. He slowly showered and dressed, skipped breakfast, then dashed from his small apartment and to his small Toyota truck.
He quickly arrived at the school and rushed with his bag to the restaurant that connected to the campus café, nodding and saying hello to the people that called out to him.
“Hey Daniella,” he called as he dashed behind the counter of the restaurant. He stashed his bag under the counter and pulled on his apron, tying it behind his neck and waist, then flipped out his notebook and pen and jumped over the counter, managing to make it to a customer’s table just as they were sitting down. He smiled politely at the customer and proceeded to take their order – they were a regular, so it wasn’t hard – and immediately got to work.