[color=cadetblue][h1]Rebekah Cross[/h1][/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] Diner, Academy Campus
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Dana Harada [@Plank Sinatra]

The Daughter of Athena was sipping casually on the largest container of coffee the diner offered (after much persuasion on her part upon her first visit to the diner, she had convinced the waitress [and over time the rest of the wait staff] to serve her coffee in a larger container usually reserved for novelty drinks), sixty three percent through the wait for her food, when she noticed the new arrival from the previous day at another of the booths. Evidently she had been there before her own arrival, judging by the presence of plates and empty cups, but she sat with her back to the door. Thus explaining, to Rebekah's satisfaction, why she hadn't noted her presence when she entered the establishment. It was a few more moments before they made eye contact, and she returned the Japanese demigoddess' wave. Out of idle curiosity she attempted to ascertain what the other girl was reading, but her efforts were stymied by two factors. Firstly, the book was flat on the table (pages turned using what appeared to be a fork, likely due to grease on her hands) thus obscuring most of the identifying details that would be present on its cover. Secondly, though she did get a glimpse at the back cover when she was turning the page, she discovered a much more insurmountable issue; it was written in Japanese.

Offhandedly, while continuing to tweak a few details of the work currently in progress on her laptop, she concluded that she would need to learn Japanese. There seemed to be a high enough influx of Japanese-speaking students or Japanese nationals for it to be worth the few days of effort it would require. To understand and adequately speak the language, at least. Learning the written characters would be a matter of hours. It would take longer, perhaps a couple of weeks, to be able to converse fluently in the language. Her memory, likely a gift from her mother, made learning new languages as simple as it could be. Short of instantaneous acquisition of the knowledge and skills, at least. An ability of that tier, she suspected, was more in her mother's purview than her own. Nevertheless, she digressed. It did not evade Rebekah's notice that the other student ate alone as well, though she could not be sure if it was by choice or necessity. Given her consumption of the written word at the table, she suspected there was a good chance of the former. Nevertheless, they had both noted the other's presence, and it was true that the Ms. Harada might not wish to be alone. 

So Athena's daughter waited until she looked up again, raising her hand slightly to catch the Daughter of Ares' eye, and then gesture to the side of the booth opposite her. Perhaps she would decline. Indeed it was likely. Such a declination would not be particularly offensive, but failure to give her the option would be rather callous. She didn't bother with speaking; the offer was quite implicit, and Dana could decide for herself whether to accept or not. Rebekah, in the meantime, could continue her work with the hand not used to make the offer.

Multitasking was important.