"That is not an excuse, Kyle, I should have known better than lose control over myself. What if you weren't a friend?" she shakes her head. "Friends? We've only spoken once or twice since I started YJ." "Yes, I would say that we are friends. Although we haven't spoken as often as I would have liked, you are a... friend, of sorts. We all have to get along for us to protect the world." Diana counters, letting go of the hand, so I slowly draw it back. "No damage to your hand, luckily. The ring must have done something about that as any other human would be sporting a broken hand." she gives her analysis, though unnecessary. Breaking our conversation- albeit simply doing her job- a waitress approaches with a small frown on her face. "What do you need?" Since Wonder Woman's face is mired in stark confusion and anxiety, I decide to take …show more content…
It's what seperates us from people like Luthor." I correct her, making her attention shift back to me. Our eyes catch each other for a second, however she swiftly moves them elsewhere when the waitress returns with the drinks. Silently basking in the glory of hot chocolate, the various expressions that are appearing on Diana's face gives me the impression that she is thoroughsly satisfied with the fairly modern beverage. "Kal was right... it is good... although, nothing compares to the sweet tickle of nectar." she eventually reviews, placing down the cup before I even took a third sip. I guess the Amazonian durability also extends to extremely hot drinks. "I'm marking this day down in the history books where the Wonder Woman said 'sweet tickle'." I chuckle to myself, almost splurting out another gulp that had only just entered my mouth. "Hurry up, Kyle, we don't have long until the others get into position." she says. Annoyingly, she proceeded to stare at me whilst I drink the rest as fast any human can go, her eyes following the cup being brought to my mouth and
Our struggle, however, is forgotten once the waitress finally arrives, casually sauntering over to us with looks of total indifference. She stuffs her loose and falling hair back up into her gaudy, burgundy cloth hat.
“Gather up everybody, and tell them to meet us at the base. I am going to go grab a quick cup of coffee. Do you want a glass?”
I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.
Luczi’s eyes sparkled as she watched the waitress walk by with a drink on her platter. “I have an idea. Bassza meg. Let’s get drunk today.”
"It's okay. We still have a lot to learn about each other, we'll know one another well enough to not make it weird. Anyways, I had a really nice time tonight, cupcake."
I almost shrunk under her gaze. “Listen, you don't have to be best friends with him. If anything I just want you two to talk again.”
We walk into the diner and sit at two stools at the front counter. A somewhat short woman with a lazy eye and her old age obvious comes over to take their order.
“Oh yeah, totally. Losing all your friends definitely can’t be bad.” Alistair folded his arms, frustrated.
For now, I put my arm around the little girl beside me. “Well, I guess it’s pretty lucky I ran into you then, my little Lanes,” I say, giving her a squeeze.
I nod and thank her before telling her I wanted a chicken sandwich and water, and to tell the cook that I liked his his earrings.
Clarke literally chokes on air and her laugh turns in a cough, muffled in her hand, her eyes wide.
"And having your best friend around while you do that is too much 'past ' for you to handle?"
“I 'm not very hungry right now, I might get something with a friend later, thank you though.” I respond.
In a haze of hashish smoke, I down another cup and we part ways, looking out the window as the faithful emerge into the streets and the beat of life resumes.
It was time to experience the movie, Wonder Woman it is. After all the pervasive research and background knowledge I gained, the anticipation was palpable.