Is this a date? - Shin

Place: Roma Pizza
Environment: Few people, it’s not rush-hour.
Weather: Very hot. No clouds.
Time: 14:30
Outfit: Grey tanktop and black leggins

Aisha shrugged as he suggested she could be a great writer since she liked writing, “Yeah maybe I can sell my lyrics and hear my own songs in the radio someday,” she giggled. It seemed like an unachievable dream. She would love to get know between singers and getting orders from big singers. Just the though of presenting a text to a professional singer sent goosebumps down her spine. She sighed. It was alright to dream sometimes, right?

Aisha listened carefully to his reply and how he trained young werewolfs. “It would be so fun to run with you,” she smiled, slightly excited. When he told her he could give her a few fighting sessions if she could handle at least a few minutes, she doubted her self for a moment. Was she able to fight him? No. Was she able to learn? Yes. “I would love to take lessons from you, Shin. But I must confess I don’t think a fighting session would be suitable right now,” she giggled slightly nervous. The thought of being able to defense herself made her feel courageous.
Aisha smiled brightly as he agreed that movies and videogames was a great way to get a break from reality. She nodded as she agreed. She couldn’t have said it better herself.

Aisha took a deep breath as he asked what kind of music she made. “Well… I don’t really play one genre… I play whatever I feel like. But indie and some alternative,” she shrugged. Her genre was quite fluid. It changed depending on how she felt and how much the voices talked.
She was mid-bite in her pizza when he asked about her plans. Her eyes which were focused on her pizza topping looked up at him very innocent. She nodded as an excuse, as she finally took the bite of her pizza. She thought for a bit, with a wide smile. When her mouth was empty, she nodded yet again, “Well, I don’t really know much about the school and I don’t really know anyone, so I don’t have that many plans,” she shrugged. To be true, she was slightly sad that she had no plans, also because it might result in a big discussion between her and the voices in her head. “Do you have any plans, now that’ve I’ve been stealing your time,” she giggled.

Aisha chuckled and shook her head once. “That’s fine,” she replied. She could watch anything really. Action, sci-fi, documentary – anything. To her, most movies were great. Only few had disappointed her and almost bored her to death. Of course, it could be problematic for Aisha to stay still for two hours, unless she was sleeping. If the voices seemed to be too loud, she just had to meditate silently while he continued to watch the movie. She wouldn’t want to irritate his first and only friend yet.

“Shall we?” she said, just before they both chose to get up from their seats and leave the pizza restaurant. She turned her eyes towards him with a light smile. “Lead the way,” she said, not really knowing which way was the way to his place.

Aisha smiled lightly as she observed him as he enjoyed the fresh air. She knew the feeling herself, she loved an evening run, breathing in the cold night air. It made her feel fresh and renewed – and it silenced the voices which haunted her. Yelling, counting, and whispering.

Sadly for Aisha, he lived nearby and couldn’t enjoy the walk neither the fresh air for that long, since he apparently lived nearby. He opened the door slowly, and she wondered if it was because he had to check if everything was alright. The place seemed fine, nothing she didn’t expect; quite standard.

She gave him a slight smile, “It doesn’t have to be anything more than a home,” she said, cheering him up a bit and followed him inside. “Thanks. What do you have? Not that I’m picky, you can basically get me anything,” she said chuckling. Aisha then took of her shoes and started inspecting the apartment. Pictures, postcards and what not. “You been in the army?” she asked while he collected snacks. She picked up a framed standing picture and took it with her to the sofa where she sat down. She could see him between what could be his family. When he would come back in, she would show him the picture and ask him: “Is this your family?” she asked, hoping that he would tell who was who, even though it might not stay in the memory yet.

“Pick whatever you want,” she said with a smile that only grew. She could eat almost everything.
When she had asked about the army, she could sense how it was a tough topic and immediately thought about how she would love to change her question. But it was too late. Therefore, she nodded and let the topic about the army die. Something about how he had decorated his apartment, made her confused. If the army was such a sore subject, why show so much army stuff on the walls. Did he feel lost in the past of his army-time?

He placed the popcorn on his table and he asked if she wanted something to drink. Water, was her instinct, to keep herself healthy and fresh, but somehow, the words which left her mouth was something quite different, “Alcohol is fine,” she said with a soft smile, before she asked about the picture.

Once again, she had brought up a sore topic and she felt a knot in her throat, as he explained that his mother was alive, and his dad wasn’t. “I… I’m sorry for your loss,” she said with a low voice. She, herself was lucky on that point. She still had most of her family. But being a specific GPS for deaths, crimescenes and being able to sense a death, made it feel like she had lost everyone – even if she didn’t know them. Any time someone died, it was haunting her until it got peace.