brushing Logan's arm as she spoke to him, but Raven couldn't make out what she was saying.
Logan leaned down and spoke a few words into the blond girl's ear, and she laughed, covering her mouth and blushing. She gave him a playful punch in the arm as he moved on to join his friends, then she whispered to a girl beside her, also blond and dressed in clothes similar to hers.
Raven watched Logan join the overcrowded table. The others seemed to lean towards him slightly as he sat, like plants bending toward the sun. Logan spoke rapidly, with sweeping hand gestures, immediately dominating the conversation.
"Excuse me, but don't you think you're hogging the resources here?" a voice asked. Startled, Raven looked up to see the snub-nosed blond girl who'd tried to distract Logan. She stood over Raven's table with a hint of disgust in her baby blue eyes. Her friend next to her held both their coffees.
"Specifically, this table," the blond girl continued. "It has four chairs, but you're sitting alone, and that leaves us with nowhere to sit."
Raven looked around at the packed coffee shop. Though the shop had been all but empty a few minutes earlier, the newly arrived crowd of students had taken every table.
"You want to sit with me?" Raven asked.
The girl snorted, just slightly so it was barely audible. Her friend's lip curled into a sneer as she looked over Raven's scaly black jacket and discount-store blouse. The two girls had matching hair, as though they'd gone through identical treatments to make them soft, silky, and golden blond. Their clothes were well-made and new, and they probably took Raven for some kind of homeless street thug...which she was.
"I'm afraid not," the blond girl said. "We have more friends coming, so you'll need to go find some one-person-appropriate seating for yourself. That's fair, don't you agree?" The girl smiled, but not in a particularly friendly manner
"I was finished, anyway." Raven got up. She didn't want to fight over something as stupid as a place to sit, and she certainly didn't want to draw attention to herself.
"How fortunate for all of us." The girl blinked her eyes impatiently until Raven left the table. As the two girls sat in her place, they whispered to each other, glanced at Raven's combat boots, and snickered.
"'Oh, I need all four chairs to myself.' That's exactly what's wrong with Americans today," the blue-eyed girl told her friend. "So greedy. Everything for me, nothing for anybody else..."
Raven hurried out, feeling as though every person in the shop were staring at her. Burning heat flushed her cheeks. She felt she'd been called out as someone who didn't belong.
On the sidewalk, she took a deep breath of air. Maybe she was wrong about Logan, and she'd actually come back through time to kill the snub-nosed blue-eyed girl instead. At the moment, she wouldn't mind that at all.
Logan's next known location on her map was the sidewalk where she stood, in front of the art building, but it was more than an hour away. He was probably in a class during the intervening time.
Her stomach rumbled. She walked to the next block and ate a cheap but delicious bowl of rice noodles with beef. The food was shockingly good--she'd been expecting only basic sustenance, not a perfectly seasoned dish.
As she ate, she used her glasses and quietly browsed data about Logan's family. There wasn't much about Logan himself because he was only a teenager, not much of a public figure yet.
She saw even younger versions of Logan in publicity photos from his father's and grandfather's political campaigns. In these, Logan and his younger brothers wore coats and ties or Indianapolis Colts jerseys. He was a kid with a toothy grin and bright green eyes that bored right into the camera. He overshadowed his two younger brothers and their bashful attempts to smile.
As Raven left the restaurant, a pair of Yale Police Department cars rolled slowly along the street beside her. She felt paranoid that someone
Logan leaned down and spoke a few words into the blond girl's ear, and she laughed, covering her mouth and blushing. She gave him a playful punch in the arm as he moved on to join his friends, then she whispered to a girl beside her, also blond and dressed in clothes similar to hers.
Raven watched Logan join the overcrowded table. The others seemed to lean towards him slightly as he sat, like plants bending toward the sun. Logan spoke rapidly, with sweeping hand gestures, immediately dominating the conversation.
"Excuse me, but don't you think you're hogging the resources here?" a voice asked. Startled, Raven looked up to see the snub-nosed blond girl who'd tried to distract Logan. She stood over Raven's table with a hint of disgust in her baby blue eyes. Her friend next to her held both their coffees.
"Specifically, this table," the blond girl continued. "It has four chairs, but you're sitting alone, and that leaves us with nowhere to sit."
Raven looked around at the packed coffee shop. Though the shop had been all but empty a few minutes earlier, the newly arrived crowd of students had taken every table.
"You want to sit with me?" Raven asked.
The girl snorted, just slightly so it was barely audible. Her friend's lip curled into a sneer as she looked over Raven's scaly black jacket and discount-store blouse. The two girls had matching hair, as though they'd gone through identical treatments to make them soft, silky, and golden blond. Their clothes were well-made and new, and they probably took Raven for some kind of homeless street thug...which she was.
"I'm afraid not," the blond girl said. "We have more friends coming, so you'll need to go find some one-person-appropriate seating for yourself. That's fair, don't you agree?" The girl smiled, but not in a particularly friendly manner
"I was finished, anyway." Raven got up. She didn't want to fight over something as stupid as a place to sit, and she certainly didn't want to draw attention to herself.
"How fortunate for all of us." The girl blinked her eyes impatiently until Raven left the table. As the two girls sat in her place, they whispered to each other, glanced at Raven's combat boots, and snickered.
"'Oh, I need all four chairs to myself.' That's exactly what's wrong with Americans today," the blue-eyed girl told her friend. "So greedy. Everything for me, nothing for anybody else..."
Raven hurried out, feeling as though every person in the shop were staring at her. Burning heat flushed her cheeks. She felt she'd been called out as someone who didn't belong.
On the sidewalk, she took a deep breath of air. Maybe she was wrong about Logan, and she'd actually come back through time to kill the snub-nosed blue-eyed girl instead. At the moment, she wouldn't mind that at all.
Logan's next known location on her map was the sidewalk where she stood, in front of the art building, but it was more than an hour away. He was probably in a class during the intervening time.
Her stomach rumbled. She walked to the next block and ate a cheap but delicious bowl of rice noodles with beef. The food was shockingly good--she'd been expecting only basic sustenance, not a perfectly seasoned dish.
As she ate, she used her glasses and quietly browsed data about Logan's family. There wasn't much about Logan himself because he was only a teenager, not much of a public figure yet.
She saw even younger versions of Logan in publicity photos from his father's and grandfather's political campaigns. In these, Logan and his younger brothers wore coats and ties or Indianapolis Colts jerseys. He was a kid with a toothy grin and bright green eyes that bored right into the camera. He overshadowed his two younger brothers and their bashful attempts to smile.
As Raven left the restaurant, a pair of Yale Police Department cars rolled slowly along the street beside her. She felt paranoid that someone
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