Waiting

He sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Nora?" He asked, wondering if she was going to say anything.

A Small Nod

She gave him a small nod, and he sat down. She was still running her fingers lightly over the pictures, reading and re-reading them. She couldn't believe he had done all this himself.

Admittance

A shy smile pushed its way onto his lips.
"I did not mean to be so rude and disbelieving. I am not very good with change... But I am trying. but I know now to not dismiss anything you say as a falsehood. to take it and weigh it for what it is worth. I should know that already. But I guess I still need to practice that." He put his hand on the chair across from her to pull it out and sit down, but looked to Nora for permission first.

Incredible

"What is this?" she asked him, touching the drawn faces of each person. This was so incredible.

"I guess I'm not what I seem," he said softly.

"I guess you aren't," she said. "And...I'm sorry. For being so...judging."

Apologize

Apologize.
That is what Ranna had told him to do.
And that was one of the things he had a hard time with.
Aden sat at his table and moodily looked at his paper.
He didn't even know this girl, why should he apologize to her?
Because he really liked her and wanted to get to know her more.
Sighing, Aden went through the list of ways he could apologize.
He scratched nearly everything off of the list as boring, stupid, or cliche'.
Finally  he thought of something.

Nora walked into the coffee shop the next day and sat down at her table, not looking to where Aden normally sat. She didn't care. Right?
 Glaring at her bagel she ripped a bit off and began chewing.
"Nora?"
She turned around, faster than she meant to. She was supposed to be mad at him!
Aden was standing in front of her with a single flower. Her favorite. A Morning Glory. She didn't know how he had kept it alive and open for so long, but he had.
"I wanted to apologize to you. I am sorry I didn't believe you. You were right and I was wrong. If I had opened my eyes I would have seen that."
He set the flower on the table along with a sheet of paper.
On the paper was a 1" by 1" sketch of every person who regularly came into the coffee shop and next to their picture, what was special about them, or at least what he thought was special.
Some of the things on there even Nora didn't know.
Aden had spent the better part of yesterday working on this. He had gone up and asked everyone what made them special.
At the bottom of the paper was a slightly larger 2" by 2" picture of Nora. Underneath the picture it said.
"Has an Uncanny ability to bring out the best in people."

Telepath

"Let go," she snapped, jerking her hand free.

"Nora, wait, please!"

"Why should I?" she asked angrily, blocking the door. He didn't answer quick enough, and she stormed out.

"Next time," Ranna said from behind him. "Don't be so quick to treat her like a ditz."

"But I didn't!"

"Yeah, you did. You didn't believe her. She's got enough of that coming from everyone else."

"Well, of course I didn't believe her! What she was telling me is impossible! There's no way you can read minds."

"If it's so impossible, why are you doubting that you're right?"

"I'm not."

"You're wondering if Nora was right. After all, this is an odd place. Anything could be possible. The sooner you accept the impossible here, the happier you'll be."

"What are you doing?"

"Reading your mind."

"Then what am I thinking now?"

"Mashed potatoes are better with...peanut butter? Ew."

"That's impossible. There's no way you could have known that."

She tapped her head. "Telepath, remember? Apologize to her tomorrow."

Desperation

Aden sat at his table wondering what had just happened.
"N...Nora!" hastily he pushed away from the table and got tangled in the chair legs, but he didn't let it stop him when he smacked his head on the chair, or when he fell over on his butt, or when the chair clanged on the ground.
"Nora!" He pushed himself up and ran after her.
He reached for her hand right as she was walking out the door.