Anya Evans was bored, very bored. In a fit of fatherliness, her old man had decided to participate in 'Bring Your Child To Work' Day. Yipee. As a result, she was now spending her perfectly good Saturday staring at her old man entering calculations in something that resembled a computer.
His lab wasn't so bad, she supposed, but the decorations were a bit excessive. Everything was freakin' white! There were white walls, white chairs, white computer-like things…Heck, Anya figured now was the perfect time to shout out, "I see the white light!" Lucky for her old man (she didn't figure he'd appreciate it), the angel side of her conscience had a rare victory resulting in her keeping her mouth shut. She imagined that the devilish side of her conscience was sulking.
Well, to be realistic, she was sulking too, though she couldn't see the correlation between the two sulking members mentioned. She was slumped in a corner of the lab, looking exceedingly out of place in her dark blue jeans, black tank top, black leather jacket, black hiking books, and, to complete the look, black biker gloves. Anya felt no small amount of satisfaction with her outfit, after all, it practically screamed 'I Don't Care!' The only thing that dampened her biker girl euphoria was the fact that she was actually wearing her Halloween costume. Therefore, until midnight, she would be a kickass biker girl, and after that, well, she'd be good ol' Anya Evans, the sarcastic, not totally sane girl that was the daughter of the renowned Hugh Evans. In short, she'd be back to being the weird one of the Evans family.
Anya was an only child, the product of having one career obsessed parent, and one who was society obsessed. Her father was the renowned ex-NASA scientist, Hugh Evans, an active member of the space program, and founder of the Hugh Evans Space Station. Rumor had it (she might have hacked into his computer and eavesdropped on his private conversations) that he was working on a project to transport humans to another planet that appeared to have conditions that'd support human life. Her mother was, bluntly, a trophy wife who was obsessed with being a head of society. Was it unexpected that she turned out slightly off? After all, she was essentially left to her own devices, resulting in some interesting situations.
This, in turn, brought her mind back to the current situation at hand- her boredom. As fascinating as it may be to watch her father enter numbers into a computer, Anya would have preferred something a little more wild. She let her eyes wander and found that there was another teen listening attentively (like a nerd), to every word that an older man was speaking. He seemed to be the perfect example of what a teenager should live up to. After all, he was "dressed for success". It was a pity that he was dressed like the way he was, otherwise she might've passed her time by flirting with him. Ah well, no big loss. She could amuse herself by staring at him, thus making him nervous, hopefully. Looks like the angel of her conscience was down for the count.
From a distance, the teen seemed to be pretty tall, around six feet. He had slightly tanned skin, blondish hair, and seemed well built. Anya once again bemoaned his dress attire. He was dressed in slacks, a shirt, and worst of all, his hair lay flat on his head. There wasn't a single hair out of place! Caught in her thoughts, she almost didn't catch him shift nervously. Almost. His eyes flicked toward her and Anya grinned at how uncomfortable he looked by her apparent staring. She responded by waving innocently back at him, fingers waggling, and smirked to herself. Maybe this wouldn't be such a boring visit after all.
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