The mere thought of a quiet place aroused a longing in Victoria. The noise of the voices echoing off the high ceiling only strengthened it quickly into a consuming desire. A side effect of avoiding everyone in general for so long, she reasoned, but if it meant her ability wouldn’t be discovered and she wouldn’t have to risk seeing hiding supernaturals, it was worth it.
	Sure, she had met and seen many a supernatural in high school--her first math teacher had been a werewolf, his eyes always glowing an eerie yellow for her and he always smelled like wet dog, before she transferred to another class with a [i]normal[/i] teacher--but she always knew she could escape it. She knew her home neighborhood better than anyone; she knew where supernaturals rarely went, she knew the most deserted places and where and when to avoid the more popular locations. But here…
	Realizing she hadn’t actually responded to Alex, Victoria finally nodded, trying to dispel her thoughts and tune out the others. “Quiet would be great,” she muttered, glancing to him to be sure he had heard her soft answer. "Add the coffee, and it's practically heaven."