Anna looked up and listened to Justin as he spoke, saying there was really nothing to get nervous about. It was just them two talking and no one around them were really paying attention to them. And while talking to him made her a little her nervous, he didn't realize, and would hopefully never realize, her nervousness wasn't from talking to him. It was of maybe being found out. This was the most she had even spoken to anyone since the incident. And for it to me someone majoring in something that could get her caught, well, it didn't calm her down at all. Suddenly realizing by now she had wound her necklace so tightly around her fingers that it was practically cutting off the circulation in them, she let go of the necklace and let it drop back into place.

Taking a deep breath, she did her best to try and smile back at him, though had a hard time doing so, "Yes, I suppose you're right....I'm just naturally a nervous person I guess." She confessed and as she sat there, she could feel her anxiety building and knew it was never good for her to be inside a building when she was stressed or anxious. Bad things happened when she was. Standing up, she looked at him, "How about we go to the park down the street? It would be less crowded there." She walked with him tot he door her coffee still in hand and as they walked out, the lights in the cafe flickered before few of them busted, showing a few people in glass. She gasped in surprise before looking at him, "Well...its a good thing we got out of there, huh? This town has a lot of electricity problems." 

She couldn't exactly say it was who had caused it. It happened in the apartment building too, whens he was having her nightmares and such. She couldn't help it. Couldn't stop it. It just happened. It wasn't her fault. It never was her fault. It all traced back to those people. The people who had tortured her to the point of doing those horrible things. It was their fault. Not hers. That's the way it would always be.

Smiling she walked down the street toward the park and looked at him, "So, what made you decide to talk to me anyway, if you're as anti-social as you say, I would think talking to a girl would be even worse, right? I mean, I know I get the same way around boys so....I'm blabbering again, aren't I?"