you are not alone | ziba

Rasmus Hagen Ziba Roshni[attr="id","tumblr"]

How did this world function prior to the creation, no wait... Discovery? Founda-- Before caffeine was a thing. Namely coffee. The question rattled her mind as she patiently waited for her cup to be handed off to her. Through half lidded eyes, she watched in tired admiration as the woman behind the counter would create an image in her coffee with the cream Ziba requested. While it wasn't that awfully early in the morning admittedly, Ziba had still stayed up way too late that even this time of day was considered early for her. Wasn't her fault that the game she wanted decided to have some kind of midnight release, but it was kind of her fault to spend most of the night playing it. As she took the pretty cup of coffee from the barista, the tired woman would shuffle away muttering what was probably a soft 'thank you' under her breath and moving along to claim the first open seat she could find.

Not paying much mind to anything but that open seat, she didn't really realize that it would be the seat right across from Rasmus, and the seat that would block his view of the redhead he'd been eyeing. Just paying attention to what it was she was doing, Ziba was quick to start getting herself comfortable in the seat, tuned out to the world around her. If Rasmus said anything to her as she got adjusted, she wouldn't respond. Setting a messenger bag covered in buttons with chibis and quotes along with some ironed on patches as well, as she sat up, any other anime fan might notice her jacket was designed to mock that of a scout cloak from the anime Shingeki no Kyojin. Everything else was a bit more on the plain side with a dark t-shirt underneath, old tattered and worn down jeans, and some shoes that looked more like they were for hiking instead of casual strolls. She rolled back her sleeves as she reached into her bag to pull out a 3DS and notepad to scribble in as she worked on waking herself up.

When she sat up with another obvious piece of anime merchandise being her old cheap pencil case, she'd finally look up to notice Rasmus and paused upon finally realizing he existed. Blinking a couple of times, the sleepiness had to be obvious, especially when she just slowly looked around as if suddenly very lost. Her gaze returned to Rasmus and with another awkward pause, she'd finally speak up. "Can I help you?"

Apparently she hadn't realized she was the one that had suddenly sat so close when there were dozens of other open seats available. [attr="id","tpost"]