We Are Who We Love

The Man

It was maybe her first week in her new home. A new city where she had never been and decided that it was time for something new. Time to spread those wings of hers. Get out of the small town she grew up in. Get away from certain people she didn't want to be around or have in her life. There was nothing there for her really in that small town of little dreams and even less excitement.

Not that she liked excitement or anything like that. Nothing extreme. Just excitement where your blood was pumping madly throughout her body; heart rate beating at crazy speeds.

Nothing like The Punisher or Daredevil sort of excitement. As fun as that all sounded. Didnt think her heart could exactly handle it.

Though she was sure that with the death of Frank Castle AKA The Punisher; she was sure there wasn't much excitement brewing in Hell's Kitchen. Then again, what did she know.

The city scared the shit out of her. Alessa had been a small town for practically all of her life and suddenly she just threw herself into a much bigger....place with a hell of a lot more people.

Hopefully she could endure this. Her anxiety was just brimming over the edge, ready to spill out amongst her other emotions she was trying hard to conquer and quell. She poured freshly brewed coffee into a mans awaiting mug. She noticed that he kept his head down most of the time. Alessa could barely see his facial features aside from the black beard that had been grown.

He wore a black cap and a hood over said cap, she wondered if he was hiding from someone or did he just prefer it that way. No one really seeing his face?

Shrugging the thoughts off, she hesitated briefly when said man gave a deep, gravelly thank you, ma'am. Alessa gave a nod of her head knowing though he didnt see it.

The man had seen her nod and watched as she went over to another table where a elderly woman sat doing a crossword puzzle. She was still on the same one from when she had sat down in the booth; that was, maybe, thirty-five minutes ago. He liked to scour the people that came and left the Diner. Be sure that no one knew who he was or took notice of him. Which is why Frank Castle chose the booth seat in the far corner of the Diner near the fire exit in case he needed to slip away quickly and quietly.

The young woman- Alessandra, he had caught the name of her name tag the third time round when she came over to check up on how he was doing, well, she didnt exactly verbally ask. Thing was, he noticed, she didnt really talk much at all. She either gestured with her hands or typed whatever she wasn't to say into her cellphone that hung around her neck. She couldn't have been deaf, no. Blind, definitely not.

Mute, possibly? Maybe, had she been born without a vocal box? He didnt know, but couldn't help keeping a watchful eye out for her.

She came over again noticing that his coffee mug was starting to slimmer down to nothing. Filling it to the brim, she smiled a small one before going over to a couple to take their order and put it in.

It was time for him to leave. Routine. He was usually here for approximately an half hour but today it had extended to an hour due to him trying to figure out the hazel haired woman. She reminded him slightly of Karen Page.

He shook his head briefly before tossing a hefty tip onto the table and wasted no time in taking his leave.

Usually no one took notice of his departure, but Alessa did and so did the other waitress who normally waited on him.

Alessa held the hefty tip in her hands, twenty-five bucks. She knotted her eyebrows together. That was way too much in tip. Barbara came over to her noticing the confused expression on the mute womans face.