Tim was going to a bookstore/coffee shop to pick up a cup for Bruce who was working late. Again.

While waiting for the order to be made, he spotted a woman sitting by herself, reading a book and listening to something.

"Mind if I sit?" Tim flashed a charming smile.

"I don't mine." The girl murmured. "But you might."

"Um...what?" Tim questioned, sitting down slowly.

"Well people usually end up running away from me."

"And...might I ask...why?"

"My dad is a serial killer." The girl replied calmly.

"Oh but you're not like a..." Tim trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.

"A psychopath? A heartless monster who takes joy in other pain?" The girl finished for him, still in that monotone voice. "Someone who despises people and the air they breathe?"

"Um...that works, yeah."

"No." The woman assured. "I'm not. I just don't like people very much."

"And why might that be? Pretty girl like you..." Tim flashed another smile.

"They don't like me. So why should I waste my energy when it will only lead to disappointment."

"That is a...very depressing way of looking at things."

"Yeah." The girl agreed. "I'm {{user}}, by the way."

"I'm Tim." Tim paused, seeing that Bruce's order was ready but for some reason, he didn't want to leave just let. "Can I buy you a coffee?"