Fallen Wrong (SelenaFF x Raivh)

[SelenaFF]

Cassie walked into work, and sighed as she punched in. Yesterday had not been her day. She hadn't gotten a single tip, and a customer had yelled at her for getting the order wrong. She decided today would be different. Or at least she hoped so. She tried to think positive as much as she could.

Looking over at the clock, she decided to sit down and wait until the diner actually opened. And so, an hour later, the place was packed, and Cassie was bustling about the tables, taking orders, filling glasses, and topping off coffee.

 

[Raivh]

Sleep was new to Elliot. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out where to sleep. In fact, that part was the easy part. It was the schedule that he found difficult. When the alarm clock at his bedside started blaring, he flailed, frantically trying to kick the sheets and comforter away. In the process, he managed to knock the miserable device off the table.

With a low groan, he balled up the sheets and tossed them back onto the bed. How strange it was to sleep on one’s back. It made his spine and lower neck ache. Dark circles surrounded his brilliant blue eyes, which stared down at the now silent alarm clock. Bending over, he picked it up and checked the time.

His eyes shot wide open, and his eyebrows jumped on his forehead. She’d already left for work, and he was late. So very late. Running a hand through his short blonde hair, he sighed and looked around his meager surroundings.

In the studio apartment, there was his bed, a small kitchen, a little round table with one chair, and a pile of clothes heaped in one corner of the room, just outside of the bathroom. Wandering over to it, he picked up a shirt and grimaced. He didn’t know how mortal men lived like this. To him, the stench was awful. Still, he pulled it on over his head, giving a gentle tug when it snagged on his nose. Then, he found a pair of jeans and pulled those on as well.

Out on the city streets, he observed the environment with caution. No one seemed to mind the smell of his clothing like he did, so perhaps it wasn’t as bad as he thought. After all, his senses were much more acute than those of the mortals rushing past him, occasionally buffeting him with a shoulder or bag. There were so many sounds in the city that it hurt his ears and head, but he ignored them, having been told that he’d eventually grow accustomed to everything.

When he reached the diner, his nose was met with an array of aromas. The one scent he found most appealing was from a substance that usually ebbed his headache and cured him of his fatigue. When he opened the door, he found his usual spot near the window. It was nice to be by the sunlight, and he could see her better as she rushed around, catering to the demanding lot of folks that came in and out of the diner in one day. Today, she seemed particularly busy, and he sensed a lull in her mood. That lull made him uncomfortable for a variety of reasons.

 

[SelenaFF]

Cassie moved back and forth between the tables, the never ending stream of orders keeping her busy. She stopped to take a breather, her long, dark auburn hair falling in front of her face as she bent down. But she couldn't stop for long, because she knew the customers we waiting. Navigating back to the kitchen, she picked up as many of the orders as she could carry, and quickly sped along to each of the tables to which the plates were meant to go.

Heading back to the kitchen, she saw him again. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know who he was, but boy was he cute. He always came to the diner, had a cup of coffee, tipped well. But she knew he was different from other guys. He just had that air about him, as if he was incapable of doing wrong.

And so, when it came time to bring him his coffee, she finally decided it was the day, the day she'd finally do it. Scribbling the number onto a piece of paper, she then took a piece of gum, popped it in her mouth and chewed. After it was sticky enough, she used it to stick the folded piece of paper to the cup. She looked over at him, took a deep breath, and walked over. "Here's your coffee, sir," she said, and briskly walked away. Her heart was pounding as she walked out of his view, hoping it would go well.

 

[Raivh]

There were a lot of thoughts racing through Elliot's mind as he watched the people race back and forth outside and Cassie in the reflection. When a Guardian came to Earth, there were so many rules that were to be followed without question. Technically, one of those rules was not to contact with the watched mortal. Contact sometimes led to other things, and those other things were usually not good. Typically, contact initiated a relationship, and relationships were not permitted, platonic or otherwise. Especially not "otherwise."

Lost in his subconscious, Elliot hadn't heard or sensed her approaching. When she placed a hot cup of coffee on his table, he froze, eyes glued to the window. His heart seemed to stop beating when she spoke, resuming only when he heard her footsteps receding. Without looking, he reached for the coffee she'd brought him. His fingers curled around the paperboard cup, the warmth of its contents seeping into his skin. At first, he didn't notice the piece of paper stuck to the side. It wasn't until he went to put it down that he realized there was something different about his cup. Something different and sticky.

He frowned. His focus shifted, and he finally pried his eyes from the window to look down at the sticky strings of melting gum hanging from his fingers. Between the heat and the moisture collected in the gum, the paper had gotten wet, thinned, and torn a little. As he studied the gooey substance, he noticed that there was writing surrounding it. Some of it had been cut off, but it was evident to him that it was a number.

Suddenly, his mind began to race. What was the purpose of those numbers again? There were so many uses for numbers, but none of them really made much sense to him.

Then, without thinking, he opened his mouth and called out for her, "Excuse me, miss," he said, avoiding using her name, "There seems to be something sticky on my cup, and this napkin dispenser is empty."