She shifted uncomfortably.  He didn't see her.  She wasn't really all that special.  Nothing too much to look at.  A real beauty perhaps when people rarely did more than look her over once and then move on to the next person.  She was still in a little shock, watching the swirls of magic, the twists and turn and the amazing power the boy held in the just the palm of his hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He doesn't know.</span>Her instincts told her so.  And because of that, he was dangerous.  Magic could explode from him at any time and then they'd all be dead, save for him, with little to no explaination as to how it happened.<br/><br/>She blinked back to reality when he came to sit across from her.  She composed her face, and stared at him through skeptical ice blue eyes.  He was talking in what sounded like a rush.  Up close she could see that he was tired and worn.  She was about to stand up and leave without a word, but then he locked eyes with her.  For just an instant, her heartbeat drummed in her ears and power surged through her.<br/><br/>She shifted again, letting the slience between them stretch for a moment longer than what was comfortable.  She swallowed a big drink of coffee and then leaned forward.<br/><br/>"It's not safe to discuss such things in the open."  she whispered, as the conversation in the coffee shop hadn't picked up to the full noise level.