<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89626.msg3936923#msg3936923">Quote from: Dracoat on 25-11-2010, 18:23:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">*He watched the only other person to enter the cafe. Oddly enough, shortly after him. He made sure to watch her stealthily.* <em>Does she know my secret? I she a VENOM agent? or even a VoV recruiter? I'll have to watch her for any funny business.</em> *He sighed as he finished a sip of some coffee. It was always like this with him now. Jumpy, paranoid, and prone to conclusions. She was just another regular person, trying to make a life in this harsh world just like he was doing.*<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mon looked up from her coffee suddenly, aware that the other man was watching her. Her heart began to pound furiously, and her first instinct was to lower her eyes to her food again, but people in America stared for many reasons other than to suspect or to intimidate. Reminding herself that, Mon gave the man a weak smile. Her body, though, remained tense, ready to run, to teleport away if the man tried anything funny.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the cafe felt hot and stiffling. To relieve the heat in her head, Mon pulled her cap off, revealing her two-toned hair. The right half was its original colour, black, but the left half looked as if it had been bleached white, although Mon never used any colour-changing chemicals on her hair. It was unusual, she had to admit, but knowing the culture in America, her appearance probably fit in well with the hippies. She hoped the man staring at her would think of it like that, and nothing more.