#giftedstarter

Alex continued training wondering if it was possible to go even further until he heard someone coming, he stopped lifting just to check who it is. “Did you need to use the room? Don’t worry about me I can just leave if you need it.” He said as some sweat started dripping from his head to his shirtless torso.

Actually, he needed lunch.

With a short huff, he set both of them down before noticing another person standing close by. Holding out the “paper” he nodded toward them. “You want these? They’re useless to me.”

Please not now. Not during work. He didn’t exactly have the luxury of enjoying the event. Security detail and all that, plus the midnight shift meant he wasn’t looking for a partner, like the others. “Is something wrong?” he asked carefully, his voice rather soft. Jericho shifted the weight on his legs, almost giving himself a bit more distance from the other. There wasn’t any need to be that close. Personal space or something. 

But afternoons tended to be on the slower side of things —crime, if any, usually occurred at night—meaning large swaths of his day were rather unexciting. Any semblance of activity he saw while on the clock in these hours came as a welcome development. Paco was in the middle of enjoying his lunchtime burrito when he heard someone come in through the front door. Finally. Anybody.

“Be right there!” Paco calls out, setting aside his burrito to address whoever just showed up, hoping it was something he could work on to pass the time, but simple conversation also would’ve been appreciated.

He’d looked through it, until he’d found an ID. He ran his thumb along the name as mentally he read it. On the backside, it had a phone number, and he’d decided to call. Eventually, the other end picked up, “Hey, uh, I found a wallet in the street and it had this phone number in it, so I’m guessing it’s yours. Wait—what’s your name? Just trying to make sure this is the right number, y’know?”

A subtle yawn escaped his lips as he entered Mama’s Diner. It was full, and predictably so—It was most likely the best place in town. Carter had been up late due to his insomnia. He looked around, trying to find a place to sit, but after a couple of moments, he found out that there literally wasn’t even one free table. He turned on his heels, ready to leave, figuring he’d go to the shoddy café down the street, even if it wasn’t what he really wanted.

But then someone caught the corner of his eye. A guy—and an attractive one at that—sitting alone in a table meant for two, who apparently was still waiting for his food. With a raised eyebrow and his interest piqued, he approached the other man and placed both his hands over the back support of the free chair as he offered a charming, confident grin, “It ashames me deeply, but seeing as there is no other available place in this establishment, would it be terribly inappropriate if I asked to sit here, with you?”

He scratched at his chin, “I like to check in on my team and make sure they’re doing everything they’re supposed to. That proves to be quite difficult when my call keeps dropping.” 

“Is your power the ability to improve cellphone reception by any chance?”