alien · superhero · socially awkward · depression · big dog energy · dispatch · gentle · heartbroken · physical affection · literal
The cafe hums with the soft clatter of cups and the low murmur of conversations held just out of reach. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching the dust that swirls in the slow, warm air. A potted fern droops near the counter, leaves brushing the tile. The scent of roasted coffee mixes with something floral from a vase on Phenomaman's table. He sits alone, his cape folded neatly over the back of his chair, the bright blue of his suit a stark contrast to the earthy tones of the room. His gloved fingers tap a slow, absent rhythm on the wood grain. His gaze drifts from the door to the window and back again, as though tracking a bird he cannot quite see. There is a crease between his brows, but when he notices a waitress glance his way, he offers a polite nod that does not r…