Seyta got back to her apartment trying to juggle keys, groceries and open the door at the same time. Propping one leg against the wall she balanced a bag on her knee and the other two in her left arm as her right fiddles with the key to unlock the door. Getting the door open she shifted the bags in her left arm to her right intending to grab the one from her knee, problem was shifting them knocked it off balance and it fell to the floor with a satisfying crack of bad karma.

“Typical… I better still have some good eggs in there.”

The groceries mocked her silently as the broken eggs began to soak through the paper bag. Quickly getting all the bags inside her apartment she put everything away checking the eggs. Karma might hate her but luck didn’t; only four of them had broken. It still meant that she had to go back out though; her cookie recipe would use half of the eight she had left. That could wait until tomorrow, for now she just wanted to get the cookies made and worry about more eggs later. After about an hour the fresh chocolate chip cookies sat on a plate ready to be eaten. Grabbing three of the fresh cookies Seyta went down to the lobby taking a quick check for any mail she cared about, not seeing anything interesting she stuffed it all back in the box for later before heading back outside.

Munching on the cookie she walked briskly down the street. Today was going to be boring, she could tell, she didn’t work and was drawing a blank for her song writing. A good movie might give her something to do, if she could find one. Mulling over the options she stepped up to the crosswalk and hit the signal button. It didn’t change, she hit it again but still it didn’t change.

Great, the light’s broken… and I can’t jaywalk through this much traffic. Not with my ability. Strangely the sidewalks were empty so there wasn’t any calling for help. The next cross street was two blocks down; she really didn’t want to go that far out of the way. Stuck waiting for a light that was never going to change left her annoyed. Not willing to walk all the way around her best option was to wait for someone else that drives would notice and not get run over. Looking around Seyta saw a newspaper machine next to the signal post. At least she could read something while she waited. Checking her pockets and purse she swore inwardly, no quarters anywhere.

“The eggs, the light, and now I can’t buy a ****ing paper. What did I do to make today suck so badly?” In her ever darkening mood she made a quick check for traffic cameras, not seeing any she picked up a fist sized chunk of concrete that had broken off a building. Taking a good swing she brought the concrete to the glass on the machine, one free newspaper for her and no-one around to care about it either. Leaning against the light post to wait she flipped through the paper; hopefully she didn’t have to stand there very long.

Mister Wayne DeLacy was on his way from the Library to grab something to eat quick before heading home. But he was torn between getting something to make at home, or getting a pizza (he swore he got addicted to the stuff as soon as he moved to NY). As he thought about it the pizza became more and more attractive to him, making his mouth water. What did they call it here? Pie?

He was thinking of getting a newspaper. He liked reading and catching up on current events sounded like a plan. Pizza and the news. Sounded like a band or something. Walking down the street he noticed someone break into the newspaper stall in order to steal a paper. He frowned and pushed his glasses up his nose. He watched the young lady lean against the light post. Just a few minutes later he went to the newspaper stand and checked the damage. She smashed it and smashed it good. With an exaggerated sigh he pulled out some quarters and paid for his newspaper, refusing to steal. The door clicked open and he pulled, retrieving his prize. He also paid for hers.

It would just so happen that she would be waiting next to the light that would lead to the pizza parlor he planned to buy from. He reached passed her, murmuring an apology, why he wasn't sure. He pressed the button and waiting, holding the newspaper against his chest like it would protect him from all the stares of passersby.

Wayne was a fairly tall man, or perhaps average, he hadn't paid much attention. But he felt small. His hair was long and black, standing out in the clean cut, fast pace of New York City. He was lanky in figure, awkward really, with large hands and large feet. He wore thick, black rimmed glasses that were in style now but would have gotten him punched back in the 90's. His style was equally geeky. A red sweater vest and baby blue button up shirt that was left open at the neck. A pair a pair of close fitting jeans with a boot cut sat evenly on his hips, and a pair of ratty old converses. He wore the black, long jacket that seemed to be popular in the cities. His skin was dark, cliche Native American. His eyes were brown and doe like. His features were strong, high cheek bones, long nose that pointed upward at the tip (though not enough to give him a piggy appearance), but he had a very slender, feminine jaw.

Wayne glanced at the lady and then back at the light. He tapped his foot, not out of impatience, but more out of a need to calm himself down. So many people. So many cars. Made him nervous. Twitchy.

Seyta looked up at the man over her paper. He had spoken to her; at least she thought he did. How did he even know she was there? He was in range of her power, seeing the paper in his hand told her he was probably long enough for them to take effect as well. It didn’t matter though; he would be affected soon enough. She marked her place in the paper, an article about Faust Pharmaceuticals, and took a moment to look the man over. Native American, some good features, his hair was a bit long in her opinion though. Altogether not unattractive but he looked like he was trying to hide behind his paper, shy was not her type.

At least there was someone to help her get past the light. Well, he would be helpful except that he was on the same side as she was with a broken crossing signal. So far no-one else was really out on the streets, not going their way at least so there wasn’t much she could do. She thought over the options, keep waiting for another person on an empty sidewalk, hope he realized the light was broken on his own, or get his attention and tell him. She sighed rolling up her paper and gave him a somewhat forceful jab in the shoulder, more than enough to annoy him never mind get his attention.

“Lights broken buddy. Either run across or we both stay here until someone else comes.” Please let him be smart and run across, I don’t like waiting here in the cold. She unrolled her paper but held it down still watching him. Her eyes were stern, not angry but defiantly not the kind you want to mess with. If he crossed she had to be right behind him, if he stayed… then things got more complicated.

He tipped forward slightly from the force of the jab he didn't expect. He turned rubbing his shoulder. He looked down at the little blonde as if she had just slapped him across the face; hurt and confused. Wayne glanced at the light and then back at her before looking at the light. "A-a-a-are y-you sure?" he managed to stutter out in his rather deep voice. He then looked at her shoes. Stared at them really. He didn't want to look at her face. She seemed kind of scary.

Brushing his fingers through his hair, he looked back at the crazy traffic. It seemed dangerous. Wayne didn't like dangerous. He nibbled on his lower lip and furrowed his brow in deep thought. Go or stay. Go or stay. He was a grown up now. He couldn't hold his mommy's hand anymore.

Finally he looked toward the girl. "A-a-a-are you c-c-crossing t-too? Wh-why hhhhhavent you g-g-gone yet?"