Haunt stepped back, turning phantom. "Uh… Okay, cool. I guess see you around?" Oh god, she was resorting to pleasant small talk, yep, she was leaving, now. Lizzie vanished into the ground, as soon as she got home, she was promptly passing out and forgetting this ever happened.
Winston drew in a silent gasp, his eyes growing even wider– if that was physically possible at this point.
See you around.
She definitely said see you around.
That was undoubtedly her biggest mistake.
See you around implied that she had intentions on running into him again, right? Which meant she was willing to speak with him again. Maybe even wanted to see him again–
Oh, geez. He could hardly contain himself. Haunt had spoke to him. Signed his shirt. Said See you around. Tears of pure joy and excitement flooded his eyes. He whirled around to see if anyone was left to share in his joy– but the civilians had all fled, and now the police were arriving at the scene of the bloody crime. Unfortunately, none of them were interested in hearing of his great luck– but that didn't stop him from running up to a nearby officer and proclaiming, "SHE SIGNED MY SHIRT!"
Winston may or may not have been promptly tasered after that, but he wasn't arrested once the police realized he was relatively harmless and not an accomplice.
(Bump. No rush tho!! ^-^ Just whenever you can.)
(Ack, sorry. I lost this rp!)
(Shall we do a time skip, maybe they interact and Winston doesn't realize it's Lizzie till too late. But Lizzie deff knows him)
(No problem! And sure. Where/how should they interact? If you have an idea where and wanna go ahead and do the timeskip, you can. ^-^)
(Maybe Lizzie is grabbing a coffee and doing some studying at a cafe or something? All the seats could be full so Winston could ask to sit at her table.)
(Y e s)
(Alrighty, shall I start?)
(Sure)
Lizzie entered her favorite cafe, right outside of campus. It was almost full today, with only one open booth that she could see. She quickly rushed over to the booth and threw her bag down, she didn't want anyone to take it while she got her coffee. Speaking of coffee, the warm smell of it wafted through the air and reminded her that she should order. Once she ordered, she sat down and pulled out her laptop, munching on a scone she had bought while she started to work.
Winston entered the crowded cafe, frowning slightly as he glanced around the over-packed place. He approached the counter and ordered, slowly looking at the many booths, searching for an empty seat. Nothing. He sighed as he paid for his latte and took another glance at the place, preparing to leave altogether and take his drink elsewhere, but– there was an empty seat across from a young woman. A pretty young woman, too. Maybe she would let him sit there? Even if she said no, it was worth a try. Better than having to leave.
"Hello," Winston greeted with a smile as he approached. "Would it be any trouble if I sat here, across from you? All of the other seats around are empty."
Lizzie looked up, confused for a moment before smiling just slightly. "Sure, I just barely got this seat earlier. Usually, the cafe isn't as crowded as this." She spoke quietly, but she could be heard. Lizzie did need to make some friends, order of her little brother when she had gone home for the holidays. She didn't seem to notice who it was, she just thought it was some guy from college. "I'm Lizzie, by the way."
Winston slid into the seat across from her, his smile soft. "Winston." He didn't know who she was, either– and if he had, he likely would've screeched with excitement, had another extreme fanboy moment, and embarrassed both himself and her in public. He still hadn't gotten over his meeting with the Haunt from before, so if he knew he was sitting across from her…
He would've freaked.
But he didn't know, so he didn't.
"Yeah, it's pretty packed out today."
"Nice to meet you, Winston."
Lizzie nodded, the pleasant smile still on her face. "If only they didn't have such good coffee, I'd be out of here." She laughed quietly, not wanting to disturb any other patrons. After getting a good look at his face, she realized she knew him from somewhere, but just dismissed it. He was probably in one of her classes, it wasn't like she talked to anyone enough to actually get to know them.
"Nice to meet you, too." Winston swished his latte around. "And– yeah. Their coffee is the best." He paused, fairly certain he'd heard that voice before… but where? It was similar to–
Nahhh.
He was just being ridiculous. He saw her– Haunt, that is– in everything and everyone. Everything reminded him of her.
"The only way I can survive my morning lectures," Lizzie added, brandishing her cup like it was the holy grail. To a college student, it was. "Do you go to the college near here? Just asking 'cause we're super close to the campus." She asked, "I'm a Philosophy Major."
