The silence seemed to wrap around her the longer she sat down at her desk, staring at a blank computer screen while trying to unwind. One lone picture of her parents was off to the left, just off the side of the computer's edge, their happy eyes seeming to bore into her. At first, Trinity didn't notice it, completely entranced by the darkened screen, her own reflection blurred and disappearing from its surface. But, after a while, she felt the eyes on her, gaze narrowing before swiping an arm out to knock the picture over in a fit of anger.<br/><br/>A fit that was almost instantaneously regretful.<br/><br/>She loved her parents, or the idea of them, at least. What she craved was human interaction, someone to come home to day after day, to ask how she was, how classes had gone. Someone to show interest in her, in her life. It wasn't as if it was too much to ask, to have someone want more from her than a good fist thrown or good knife handling. There had to be more to life than throwing punches and kicks, right?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well...there <span style="font-weight: bold">is</span> someone...</span>she thought to herself as her computer screen lit up, the IM list showing to the right. His name was at the top of the list, the available status bringing a small smile to her face. Despite the cat and mouse game they had going, he always knew what to say to get her to smile. It was nice, to have someone so similar to herself, and yet not her at the same time. To have a conversation outside herself.<br/><br/>So, she waited, showing herself as online in hopes that he'd come to her. Trinity wasn't one to initiate the conversation, as she liked playing the hard-to-get role too much. If he wanted her, he'd have to come to her.