text, un: trenton

[inshallah]

I haven't been doing very well at being social since I came here. It's admittedly no one's fault but my own. I've always been the quiet sort, studious and the like. I focused very much on school before ...

Well, I was part of a hacker group that caused a lot of trouble. But even then, it was a different sort of situation to be in.

I guess, I'm going the long way to ask a very simple thing.

Would anyone want to go to coffee or something? I would like to get to know more people better.

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[inshallah]

Perfect. I will see you there!

[smoak]

[ Come time, Felicity has already grabbed a table, a perfectly whisked, latte-arted cup in hand.

By all appearances, Felicity doesn't look like any of the stereotypes out there of what hackers look like. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a pony, her glasses have bright colored frames, and generally, she looks more like an executive secretary than someone who's had her own dangerous, digital history.

But here she is. Eyes glancing up at the door every time a new person comes in, trying to see if there's that hint in his or her eyes that says: I'm meeting someone here. ]

[inshallah]

[ Trenton shows up a bit after Felicity had. She's dressed simply as usual with a hijab covering her hair. The colors of her outfit are befitting of fall, dark greens and browns in simple patterns. She certainly doesn't look like a girl who is basically a domestic terrorist wanted by the FBI for their hack on the largest corporation in the United States.

When she arrives, she glances around first -- trying to search out who would be waiting for her. She could get her coffee secondarily. ]

[smoak]

[ She has no idea who to expect — to be honest, she wasn't even sure of the gender. trenton as a username could be anyone. But the glancing and looking around to see who else is here, that's her cue.

So Felicity raises her hand and waves by wriggling her fingers. When they make eye contact, she tilts her head to the side a little, as if to say, "Hey, it's me I'm here! You know, if you happen to be looking for someone." And when Trenton gets close enough, making it clear that yes, she is looking for someone, Felicity stands, ducks her head slightly and asks: ]

Hey I'm Felicity. Are you ... Trenton?

[inshallah]

[ Trenton instantly catches the movements and a small and a bit shy smile touches her lips as closes the little distance there is left with a nod. ]

Yes, sorry I'm late. [ She's not sure if she actually is but it comes out instinctively as she offers her hand for a handshake -- belatedly realizing that's probably weird but it is too late to back out of the motion now. ]

[smoak]

[ The handshake is totally happening. But the encounter isn't awkward or weird. In fact, all things considered, Felicity's pretty good at shaking hands. ]

Oh no- [ She starts, as they shake. ] You're right on time. Especially since I think I said 4-ish. Do you want a coffee? [ She motions over to the counter. If Trenton does, she's happy to keep sipping her own and waiting until she comes back. ]