Jacob decided that he was making everything up. There wasn't anything different, about any of this. People were people, you know? He brought his coffee to his lips, and looked up, and catching the woman entering. Dark purple. Bow. Heels. Jacob choked on his coffee, coughing as he tried to drink. She wasn't normal. He cleaned the coffee up, trying to avoid attention, and kept stealing glances at her. He could not explain the feeling. He felt like he knew her darkest secrets, somewhere deep in his brain, but they were locked up. He didn't understand why he was panicking, and set down his coffee with shaking hands. Jacob ran his hands through his hair, and took a deep breath, looking around the shop. No one was paying any attention to him, they didn't seem to notice him as he felt his mind unraveling. "Is this Schizophrenia?" he thought to himself. It had to be, it was the only rationale explanation. He was just going crazy. He needed to leave

Jacob took a deep breath, and stood up, intent on returning to normalcy. He drank down the last bit of coffee, and turned towards the door. He felt normal, as he took his first step. Simultaneously, the man with the tie walked in. Jacob's hair stood up on his neck, and quickly, a bead of cold sweat ran down his back. He wasn't moving, as his nostrils filled with the ever familiar scent. He couldn't put his finger on it. It was like smelling your favorite food, or cologne; something you've always known, but if you forgot the name of it when you tried to assign it to the scent. He knew what Asher was, in the second he walked in. The woman, August, was new and terrifying to him, a completely alien being wearing the skin of a human. Asher was familiar. 

Jacob realized he was standing still in the coffee shop, and what may have been a two second long revelation, felt like eternity to him. He forced his feet forward, with his eyes locked on Asher. He threw away his coffee cup, and quickly scanned the room. No one seemed to notice his alien behavior. Or if they did, they were adept at hiding it. Jacob's eyes flicked back and forth between the woman in purple, and the man in the tie. What were the odds that he never met another afflicted person before, and now he found two. 

Jacob had to get closer, and his more wolf like instincts started to override. He would circle from behind. Somewhere deep in his gut he wished for a pack to help him circle. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet, taking a 5 dollar bill out. He flicked his wrist, throwing it on the ground, near Asher's feet, and behind. The coffee shop went on living their lives, ignoring the lunatic approaching the man in line. Jacob stepped up into Asher and August's peripheral vision, and bent down, picking up the money. He stood up, and tapped Asher on the shoulder. He felt a static shock as he did it.

"Um, excuse me, Sir? Ma'am? Did either of you drop this?" he asked, looking them in the eyes. When Asher made eye contact, Jacob was certain they were the same. He saw the beast within, the predator. And more anger. He felt his own creature stir, as he knew Asher was appraising him. A threat level index. "We're alike." Jacob said, absentmindedly, only audible to August and Asher. Jacob turned and looked August in the eyes, and saw nothing familiar to him, a different being entirely. 

Jacob swallowed audibly, and stepped back, certain now, that he was insane. He had to have made this all up. There was no logical explanation. He turned and quickly walked outside and to his car, almost ready to break out into a run at any moment, trying to get away from the situation.