What's Your Problem Punk? [Deja]

Drinking coffee had become one of New York's favourite pasts time in recent years. And why? Well, a morning with out having coffee? Don't even think about being able to function properly, oh no, not going to happen. Sure, Megan could do without coffee in the morning, she wasn't addicted or anything of the sort, rather, it was nice to have a regular morning routine after not being able to for a number of recent body swaps. For certain reasons that she wasn't going to into, but of course. Oh ... and another thing.. She didn't want to talk to anyone with her coffee, and if she did then well, she would have gone somewhere else, taken it out rather than sitting the far corner of the shop by herself.

Of course, when you where her there was nothing such thing as being by yourself for more than a few seconds. For some reason people had a need to come a talk to her as soon as they saw the petite Asian-American girl. For a while now Megan had thought it was the way she dressed, wore her hair, and looked generally like some character from anime. Then again her hair was still shocking pink, so she was asking for it really. A certain type of girl, of course, tended to ask her what kind of hair products she used to get her hair such a strong colour. A lot of people had trouble with their hair looking washed out.... but what did she care!? Then there were the guys ... different matter entirely. Admittedly Megan was guilty of gawking at women all the time back when she had a male body, and sometimes in this one. In fact, she still would occasionally, but for some reason she was gaining some sort of intolerance to such behaviour. Seriously. Why was this happening? She was supposed to just be acting like this girl Megan not turn into her completely. In the higher class areas of the city even some men would ask her for hair tips, but then again they were of a certain 'type' as well.

All she wanted was coffee and her own company. Was that so much to ask? Being a mutant, and one stuck in another body, was tough without adding into the equation a bunch of idiots and morons asking too many prying questions. 'excuse me but is this spot taken?' Well of course it bloody was, she was sitting her already wasn't she? Exactly. She had spent the better part of two to three decades being a people person and it got old pretty quickly, especially considering what she had been through in her long, unique life time.

“Give me a break...” She mumbled seeing someone wandering towards her, coffee in hand. So yeah, she wasn't in a good mood. If this person wanted some good wholesome conversation then....

Yeah. No need to finish the sentence.