[ Outfit ]

There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to step away from his best friend of ten years and get a few more friends. That is what Tak was trying to do. He settled into a seat and watched people go by. He smiled at them on occasion, but didn't really seem to move forward. He was.. nervous to say the least. Amber usually did all the socializing for him and he could pipe in anytime he wanted to, but.. he had to get out of that habit. He loved his rock goddess and owner of his ass to death, but one friend is pretty pathetic.

At least in Tak's mind it was.

So Tak decided to head down to the local coffee shop, funny considering he spent most of his days with coffee, and try to meet people. He wouldn't dare go to a club without Amber. He felt that could be considered treason though she went without him on occasion. That was different though. He wasn't as much of a party animal as she was. She hung with different crowds when she was around Tak and when she wasn't. He never quite approved of her other circles, but who was he to tell her that? He was just her best friend, not a lover or something.

Tak shook his head. He had to stop thinking about Amber. This was not an Amber adventure. This was a Tak adventure. He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. He frowned at it and shook his head. Too much flavoring. He set it aside and sighed. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so much of a coffee snob, but that's the burden to bear when you were a barista.

Friends, Jazz, friends. Just strike up a conversation with someone, then you've got a contact. But don't let it be a guy, you ask for his number so you can do something again you look gay...REAL gay. A girl, that way if you do seem like you're coming onto her, it won't seem like you're lookin' for a fella. If you ask a guy out, no girl will EVER make a move on you. Okay, here we go.

Jazz's mind went out of its way to make sure he came across how he was and not as someone else, because he never had the heart to tell a potential friend they were wrong. He also didn't want to come across as a crazy person, or needy, but that was kind of hard when you were approaching a complete stranger in a coffee shop. He knew absolutely no one in this town, so he couldn't even do the whole mutual friend manoeuvre that most people used to avoid seeming crazy. Oh well, he could do nothing but get on with it.

Jazz pushed open the door and walked through, ruffling his own long hair as he did when he was nervous. He looked around quickly and then saw someone. Helloooo.... A pretty girl stood at the counter holding a cup of coffee. He grinned to himself as he walked over to the counter, first pretending to not notice her and went straight to the guy in the little Java Hut uniform. Hey, could I get one of....those. He said pointing back to a man with a large cappuccino. "Cappuccino?" Jazz looked back, an empty smile falling from his face. Yeah, that's right. He told the man before turning back to the girl.

Eh, how's it goin'? My name's Jack, friends call me Jazz. I just moved here from Ireland, so I don't really know anyone, so this'll seem weird. Wanna be mates? He said with a typical Irish grin.

EVERYBODY SEES ME
but it's not that easy
STANDING IN THE LIGHT FIELD
waiting for some action

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She continued to sip her coffee, leaning back against the counter. Usually, she liked to hang around to give the employees a hard time. The boy who was serving seemed like he would be an easy target, however, he was currently taking care of other people and she wasn't rude enough to stall their orders.

She noticed a boy walk up to the counter, one she'd never seen before. There were a lot of people she'd never seen before, but this particularly guy seemed strangely... out of place. She wondered what it was. He ordered a cappuccino and Saint continued to stare at him, through her shades. That was, until he turned around to address her with a grin.

"Eh, how's it goin'? My name's Jack, friends call me Jazz."

He certainly wasn't a shy one. Most people wouldn't try to strike up a conversation like this while waiting for coffee, but she had to appreciate the effort he was making.

"I just moved here from Ireland, so I don't really know anyone, so this'll seem weird.

Ah. That was why he seemed out of place. So, he was a newbie to Fairview. That was... interesting. She loved meeting people from far away places. Saint was obsessed with the world and all of its wonders, so she loved hearing stories about all of the places outside of her box.

"Wanna be mates?"

Saint smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She held her cup loosely in one hand. "Mates, huh? Why not. I could always use another mate."

He seemed nice enough, and interesting enough, at least more so than half the boring people who lived in this goddamn city. She was all for being mates.

As she continued to talk with the stranger who'd introduced himself as Jazz, another guy walked up to place his order. He'd asked for a green tea latte, and again, he was another unfamiliar face. What was with all the strangers today? After he got his drink, he headed toward the Asian boy she'd spotted earlier, presumably to stir up a conversation.

"I'm Saint," she introduced herself, taking a sip of her coffee.