Jonas sat comfortably in a chair by a window. He wasn’t the social type. He had his circle of friends of course, but he rarely went out to social gatherings; only when he was forced by some girl who was his flavor of the moment. To the others, he even seemed a bit arrogant. In a way he was. He relished the idea that he was different. He hated Alaska and being forced to go to school here and interact with people that he considered not as good as him. His family were Swedish and his father and grandfather before him were big names in Sweden; his grandfather having started one of the largest steel firms in Scandinavia and his father having succeeded him in recent years.<br/><br/>Jonas of course was expected to follow along and become part of the family business. So naturally, his family would summer in Sweden and Jonas would spend his time visiting factories and businesspeople in Finland, Norway, and Sweden with the occasional trip to Denmark. The fjords were home and at the end of summer he was forced to come back to Alaska and try to blend in. His summers abroad were the reason no one really knew who he was.<br/><br/>He didn’t watch American TV instead, preferring Nordic series and books. He chafed when people tried to talk to him about shows that just arrived in North America but were popular long before they arrived here. He spoke Swedish at home and spoke English with a Scandinavian accent. He was blonde, slim, and built enough for fitted shirts to look good on him. His skin a pale white and eyes, blazing green.<br/><br/>He came to the café to watch the weather. It was cold outside, but nothing like wintering in Lapland. He considered it quite humorous that people here wore thick parkas and craved coffee. It reminded him of home where coffee culture was a genuine thing. He even made sure that the baristas had Swedish coffee that of course he provided, and they made sure only he got some. He was reading a copy of Det Dagliga Svenska on his iPad, a newspaper from Sweden that focused on business affairs. After all school here in Alaska was a formality. Everything he needed he learned at home and in Sweden. He was sipping his coffee when he felt someone bump into him. He wasn’t the type to get angry so when he felt the hot drink soak him, he stood up, more concerned for the young lady who had just tripped.<br/><br/>As he stood, he felt his mind start to boil. He felt a cold feeling in his head. This always happened when he was about to connect to someone else’s mind telepathically. It was an ability that he had since he was a child and he had learned over the years to control it. His father and grandfather had it too. Often, they would have entire conversations in complete silence. Of course, in Jonas’ youth, he had used this gift to control girls for sex and other fleeting past times, but he was above that now. This girl’s energy was strong and burned red hot. From the color of her thoughts, he knew that she was suffering even though she tried to hide it. He opened his eyes and they glowed softly as he made eye contact with her. He sent her some calm energy and as time seemed to resume its natural ebb and flow, he smiled at her. “I’m fine, no need to fuss at all” he said casually.<br/><br/>He grabbed a chair and pulled it close to her and helped her sit down. “Let me get you a new drink” He motioned to the barista in the corner and pointed to the Swedish coffee. He sauntered over to the counter and grabbed the coffee when it was ready firmly grasping the mug and imbuing it with some calm energy and handed it to the girl. “I think you will like this” he said as he sat back down and turned off his iPad. “Jonas” “Nice to meet you” he said as he held out his hand.<br/>