Awkward greatings

"Raven isn't my real name..." Her voice is low and sort of awkward. My hand jolts back from the door knob like I was hit by a bolt of electricity. "HUH!?" I yelp abit, and silently curse my crackling voice. "I said my real name isn't Raven..." Even in the overcast light of the nearby lamp, somehow a shadow manages to hide her face from my total view. I do though notice that she is biting her lip, just slightly. "Um....w-why.." Her dainty and slender fingers gently glide across the old and worn leather of the chair making a low squeaking sound as she nervously looks anywhere but at my general direction.

"You told me all about yourself and...you didn't ask me anything..." My heart was literally in my throat as I franticly tried to think of something that wouldn't offend her. "I...I...We barely know each other!" My right arm moves up and grips my left bicep, like my body was trying to hold me there against my frantic and crumbling nerves suggestion to run for the hills. "I, thought it would be rude." Those beautiful vermilion eyes rolled slightly as the book seemed to levitate off of her lap. "You really do have anxiety problems." I felt a little hurt at her crass remark, but her strangely expectant look had me curious. "Well?" She motioned for the chair I had been seated in prior.

Robotically I sat down again. "So....."I was scared to ****, My mind was drawing a blank as I looked across to the young woman looking at me from over the top of her book. "Y-You said your name wasn't Raven..."I gulped as softly as I could before whispering in a rather hoarse voice. "It's Rachel..." A page seemed to glow for a second before turning itself. "Uh...w-why don't you use that name more?" Her eyes looked up at me and took a hard tone for a second. "Why should I?" My eyes slammed shut and my teeth started to chatter, but I somehow found the strength to continue. "It's...It's nice...I think it suits you."

I swore for a second saw her cheeks flush slightly. "Your just saying that." Only a few seconds passed in silence, but to me it felt like an eternity. "So, uh....what do you do for a living?" She looked up from her page to give me a 'really?' kind of look, but it didn't seem mean in any sense. "I'm sure you've heard of the Teen Titans right?" I bit my lip as it felt like I was shrinking into my chair. "Y-Yeah?" Another page turn. "I used to be a member."

"I'm sensing a 'but' in that sentence." I swear to god that I heard her giggle. It was quiet and very muffled, but the combination of how miserable I must of looked to her combined with my sudden and sort of strange outburst must have been funny to her somehow. I took it as a huge victory though. "Do you have any tea?" I shot up in my seat in alarm. "TEA!?" She sighed again. "Yes, tea." After marking her page, she gently closed her book. "I'm thirsty, and if you really want to hear this. I would like a drink."