((Gahhh. I haven't written in forevs. Sorry, I'm a bit rusty, I guess.))
Aaron sat comfortably in his wooden booth seat. He slowly sipped butterbear from a tall glass mug. He liked the way the drink would slightly bubble at the top. He watched them closely, keeping watch of the the steady rise from the bottom to see them slowly pop on the surface. For not the first time he looked up. He didn't really expect a classmate to come join him, but it would be nice. He recognized a few kids, but he doubted they recognized him. Then again, he couldn't really help but remember them. His darned memory prohibited that.
Aaron slowly tapped his finger to the music that endlessly played through his head. A quick beat flew through his mind and an even quicker string of lyrics flew through his head. He didn't even know the name of the song, he just heard it going through a radio wave. One of the perks of mind-reading: being able to pick up radio waves. He closed his eyes, taking in every sense around him, well except for sight, that is. The warmth of the bodies in the semi-crowded tavern, the quiet chatter of his peers, the fizz of butterbear stinging his throat, and even the grains of wood that rubbed against his sensitive fingertips.
Aaron sat comfortably in his wooden booth seat. He slowly sipped butterbear from a tall glass mug. He liked the way the drink would slightly bubble at the top. He watched them closely, keeping watch of the the steady rise from the bottom to see them slowly pop on the surface. For not the first time he looked up. He didn't really expect a classmate to come join him, but it would be nice. He recognized a few kids, but he doubted they recognized him. Then again, he couldn't really help but remember them. His darned memory prohibited that.
Aaron slowly tapped his finger to the music that endlessly played through his head. A quick beat flew through his mind and an even quicker string of lyrics flew through his head. He didn't even know the name of the song, he just heard it going through a radio wave. One of the perks of mind-reading: being able to pick up radio waves. He closed his eyes, taking in every sense around him, well except for sight, that is. The warmth of the bodies in the semi-crowded tavern, the quiet chatter of his peers, the fizz of butterbear stinging his throat, and even the grains of wood that rubbed against his sensitive fingertips.