[ That was the problem with ability users… Unless you were lucky (or unlucky) enough to know about them prior, you never really knew when you would run into one. One would think they were rare enough that it didn’t happen often without some designed plan put in motion, but it happened more than one thought.

Letting go of Mark’s hand, he moved closer counter to sit on a stool and consider if he was going to get a proper drink or stick with soda… The latter might be smarter, at least for keeping your wits about you. But keeping up the act of confidence did get tiring after a while… At least Mark seemed nice. Nice and normal for a change, compared to everyone else he dealt with. The guy was even giving him the out if it came to it. ]

You’d have to tell me if calling dibs is okay on a blind date, actually. I’ve never been on one myself. [ He admits with a sheepish expression, before nodding lightly. ]But I’ll accept it under the same conditions. If you decide you’d like to leave, I mean.

[ In a way… maybe accidentally ending up on a date with someone not in whatever plan was in place was better for him. Less chance that someone knew who he was and what he could do, right? Maybe… Maybe he could just meet someone nice and enjoy the conversation. ]