Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

[siobhancan99]

Monica paused a moment and decided she wasn't ready to actually fuck him. "Impatient" she laughed and kissed along his chest "I had other plans" she kissed lower and lower, along his chest and down along his stomach. she tugged his shorts down just enough to free him, then wrapped her hand around his big cock. She stroked it softly, then brushed her chest along it, letting the soft globes of her breasts drag along his hard length.

She kissed lower, then brushed it along her cheek "I mean unless you don't want me to suck your cock. We can play a card game or something" she laughed and then dipped to suck on his balls, running the tip of her tongue around each. She pulled at his sack with her soft lips, moaning and letting the sound carry into his flesh. Sitting up a bit she started to slowly stroke him, then bent over and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She held it in her lips, letting her tongue graze it. Her green eyes locked to his as she looked up at him, watching him as his head disappeared into the warm recess of her mouth. She dipped her head a little, pulling her cheeks in to seal around his cock, then slowly started to fuck him with her mouth. Her hand slid along his shaft along with her mouth, loosely wrapped around it as she began a nice slow relaxed blowjob.

 

[Halcyon638]

“No, I like your idea better,” the handsome athlete said. When Monica took the head of his cock inside her moist lips, he let out a low, rumbling moan. Somehow, his erection seemed to still be swelling inside her mouth. Austin craned his neck back on the pillows and looked up at the ceiling, his mouth opening in silent ecstasy. He put his hands on top of his head as Monica slowly sucked and sucked.

“God, yes,” he said in his deep, bass voice. His upper body and washboard abs curled toward her now. “Fuck…yeah…” He reached out and stroked a curtain of hair away from her face. “You look…so hot, babe.” He gently touched her forehead near her hairline and then placed a burly hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my cock.” He winced from pleasure. “Fuck, Monica.”

 

[siobhancan99]

She moaned, closing her eyes. She liked hearing that 'suck my cock' the firmness in it, the confidence. It was hot. It made the act so much better. She pulled her cheeks in, wrapping them tight around him as she started to really fuck him with her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Her lips formed a perfect ring around his fat dick, her hand still stroking him into her mouth. She took him deeper with each pass, feeling the head push into the back of her mouth. She pressed her tongue along the underside of his cock, then opened her eyes to stare up at him, eyes locked to his as she slid up and down, moving faster, really taking him as deep as she could without him pushing into her throat.

Her hand stroked and cupped his balls now, teasing them as she drew up. Holding just his head in her mouth she ran her tongue around and around it, then plunged back down, sucking him, pulling in her cheeks again, letting the slick flesh slide along his engorged cock.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Yeah…oh, fuck yeah,” Austin said, teeth clenched. “Yeah, suck that cock,” he groaned, again pushing away some of her hair, including a few strands that clung to the root of his now sticky, hard erection.

His breathing was speeding up now, and his eyes flicked up toward the ceiling a few times as he fought to stay in control. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. “Ohh, fuck…” Austin’s hips began to move a bit now, and Monica could feel his grip on the back of her head grow firmer as his dick started to slide back and forth, though still staying within her mouth. “Don’t stop, babe,” he said, before her let out a few wordless moans. “Keep sucking.”

“Fuck, Mon…Fuck…Oh, fuck.” With each “fuck,” his voice grew slightly louder. He grasped a thick lock of her hair tightly and again gazed up at the ceiling as Monica continued to blow him, the scent of her freshly washed bed linens mixing with his musk and the smell of sex.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica pulled off and dragged her tongue along his shaft, more for show than anything else "yeah you like that?" she wrapped her lips around the head again, sucking just the head, pulling with her warm soft mouth. She grazes her tongue around and around and around, then starts to really fuck him with her mouth, her head bobbing swiftly up and down. She keeps her tongue pressed to the underside of his cock, keeping her mouth tight around him. She keeps looking up at him, ,meeting his gaze with hers. Her hand strokes his cock, working along the shaft. She cups his balls, tracing her thumb around each. She pushes down, taking him as deep as she can, then slides back up, tugging at the mushroom head of his dick with her soft lips as her hand strokes him faster, trying to get him off.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Let me cum on those tits,” Austin urged Monica as she sucked him off, looking her in the eye. “Right on those perfect tits.” He tugged slightly on the lock of her hair in his hand, the veins in his well-muscled right arm standing out. “Yeah….Yeah….oh, fuck! Fuck!”

 

[siobhancan99]

Slipping off his cock, Monica cleared her throat "yeah? that's what you want?" She stroked him,. jerking him off a little roughly but not overly so, looming over him till he blew his load on her chest. She kepts her eyes on his and blushed, feeling more ... used somehow than if he'd just cum in her mouth like a decent person. She bit her lip as she felt him paint her skin, then quickly straddled him so it would not end up on her sheets. She squeezed him lightly in her thighs and looked down at him "i gotta get cleaned up here in a minute" though she made no move to get away from him.

 

[Halcyon638]

“Cleaned up?” Noticing the seeming discomfort on her face, Austin lightly placed a hand on her bare left shoulder. “You okay? I was hoping to…return the favor,” he said, glancing downward briefly before looking her in the eyes. He placed his other hand on her right knee before slowly leaning in to kiss the side of her neck.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica looked at him a minute, and figured laying the combination of that being the second dick she's ever had in her mouth ever along with the first one being dead wasn't really a trip she wanted to lay on the dude right now. After all, she definitely wanted to do it again. So instead, she leaned over and kissed him making sure to rub her chest against his for a minute to playfully get his spunk all over him "yeah I'm fine. I'm just... you know. I'm good for now" She curled up and kissed along his neck, running her nails softly along his stomach. She tangled her legs in his and bit playfully at his shoulder "You can return the favor next time. I promise. or you know, you can start with it next time and then maybe we can do a little more."

 

[Halcyon638]

Austin had a puzzled expression when she mentioned that she fine for now. “Okay…” he said, seemingly not used to women turning down his attentions. As she resumed contact with him, though, a slight smile returned to his face, and he hugged her toward him, their bodies sticking together as a result of his seed while his hard-on started to return. “Absolutely,” he said, his tone perking up at the prospect of a next time. “Whatever you want.” He kissed her warm, soft lips and lay with her on the now-small-seeming bed.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica nods "you know. I'm just not... you know all my stuff" she runs her nails along his chest "I mean I am really tempted you are fucking hot" she laughs and looks down at his already stiffening cock "and clearly you want to go again." She laughed and kissed along his neck, tangling her body in his. Her sharp nails dragged along his skin, letting just the edge of them rake his flesh. She sighed, closing her eyes and resting against him "I need a bigger bed though If you're gonna keep coming around. Or we will have to fuck on the floor or something. Seriously, are your parents this tall or are you just some kind of giant?" She looks down "I mean your height not your dick, so don't get cocky." She snorted "get it? cocky?"

 

[Halcyon638]

“I’m a big fan of giving into temptation,” Austin said, giving her rear a quick squeeze, “but then I never was much of a church guy.” He brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek. “We can spend some time at my place. I’ve got a nice, big bed. Though yours smells nicer.”

“I guess being around a bunch of guys who are bigger than me all—taller than me,” he carefully corrected himself, “kind of makes me forget what a freak I am. Thanks for reminding me.” He nuzzled Monica’s neck, kissing her warmly along her jawline and nibbling slightly on her right earlobe.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica laughs "don't think of it as being a freak. Think of it as being selectively bred over generations for sexual success." she laughs and tickles his ribs playfully, flicking her nails along the skin and watching him squirm a little bit. She kissed his temple, then bit at his earlobe and tugged on it. "As for temptation I am tempted but. I need to get to bed and all that. I have stuff tomorrow and a ton of school work" That last bit was a lie. She needed to hit the street after the sun went down tomorrow, and she needed to be well rested for it. She managed after a bit to shoo Austin out, with the promise of another encounter in the week to come "maybe one morning after class" Then had a hot shower. She sighed and let the water scour her clean, then curled up in bed, wondering if the strange dreams would return or not, partially anxious to get back out there, doing what she considered her real work in the city.

 

[Halcyon638]

Sooner than expected, Monica fell into a deep sleep. Once again, she found herself in the strange, futuristic chamber that had to be a room on a space station or ship of some kind. It was the same scenario again. She heard the dark-eyed man’s voice, stern yet with a taunting edge to it at times, coming from just behind her as he spoke Centauri and she caught only snippets of the meaning. Again, she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. Her body trembled but it seemed the only motion she was capable of at the moment.

Again, she felt his cold hands begin to lower the loop of cloth that held her gauzy, toga-like garment in place, then the almost shocking chill of his hands against the sensitive flesh of her bare left breast. “…must be tested…” she head him say in Centauri. “In body…and will.”

The strange man pressed his body against hers now, laying a fervent kiss on the right side of her neck. Through the thin layer of fabric covering her ass, Monica felt the rigidity of his upright cock as it settled into the groove between her cheeks. “Only way…you are.” Another word followed directly after “are” and she searched her mind while at the same time, she felt him tug sharply at her hair, which was set in a single braid, causing her to arch her neck back. You are mine. The word was mine. She somehow was able to move her body enough to lift her palms to the window in front of her, the chill comparable to the man’s touch.

His hot breath and lips touched her spine now, as he kissed her twice, then three times in languid succession down the center of her back. In a move that somehow seemed to take an almost insurmountable effort, Monica threw her left elbow back, feeling the strength returning to her limbs and connecting hard with the man’s face. She spun on her heels now to face him, falling into a defensive position.

He was on the ground a few feet from her now, sitting partially upright, touching the blood from his cracked lower lip, the only thing marring his otherwise incredible face. “Impossible,” he muttered. He was completely naked now, his body a proportional, muscular marvel that reminded her of classical art. His cock was mostly erect, and as he rose from the ground, an amused sneer on his face, it began to harden. “…will…is powerful,” he said, calming walking toward her.

The dark-eyed man waved his hand casually, and suddenly Monica’s fists felt to her sides again limply. He moved toward her slowly but purposefully. Again, something deep inside the recesses of her mind urged her to awaken, while the word “echelon” somehow flitted to the front of her consciousness, in her own voice, not his.

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica struggled but now the dream was very clearly sinister. It always had overtones, but now she knew that the figure in the dream was not her ally. That he was from home was very strange, and the feeling of being conscious of what was going on but powerless to alter the dream was difficult. The exertion of will that it took to alter anything convinced her that this was not a regular dream, that this wasn't the product of her subconscious but was something altogether darker. It was also something that she had to ask her father about. He hadn't told her they were psychic or anything, so having a frank conversation with him about the abilities of others of their kind was maybe needed. She figured maybe there was some sort of machine or something that could do this, but... at the moment that was all sort of immaterial. She poured her will into escaping the dream, into forcing her body into wakefulness.

She awoke with a start, body wrenching and flinging itself out of bed to land on the floor, tangled up in sheets that had gotten wrapped around her limbs. In a panic she fought her way out of the egyptian cotton, then looked out at the morning light. She felt somehow like she hadn't slept at all, and she muttered darkly. She was too freaked out to go back to sleep though, and so she got up despite the earliness of the hour and started making breakfast. If she woke Gabi she could always apologize by feeding her. She cut up potatoes into cubes and diced onion, then seasoned the potatoes heavily. She cooked bacon in a pan, then cooked the onions and potatoes in the fat, making home fries. Despite the heat of the kitchen though, she didn't seem to be able to get warm.

 

[Halcyon638]

As Monica sat down to her breakfast, she noticed that her notifications were blowing up. In addition to a text from Hadley checking in to see if they still wanted to hit Founder’s Square at 2:00, clicking on one of her social media accounts, Monica found that she’d been tagged by Gabi in a photo from the beach party, apparently one of a slew of late night (probably drunk) posts from her friend. In the pic, Gabi was taking a selfie and to the side of the image, Austin was wrapping his arms around Monica, his lips pressed against her neck, the two of them grinning.

“More beach fun,” the caption read. There were several comments below, most of them supportive, with a few of Monica’s friends from Cottersville losing their mind that she was apparently getting affectionate with a star athlete. “Courtside tix pleeeez” one of her friends wrote.

Gabi walked out, squinting at the light and yawning as Monica was finishing up her breakfast. “Good morning,” she said, missing a bit of her usual pep. “How’s it going? How did it go?” She winced. “Wow, my head is not liking me today. Sorry if I was a bit of a mess last night. Hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.”

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica groaned, as the social media response was another reason she was trepidatious about dating someone famous. "um. it went weird because I decided I wasn't really ready and so after I uh... you know uh..." she made a motion like sucking a dick "I kinda wanted to stop and he was gracious but not best pleased." She laughed "BUT on the other hand" She held her hands apart to show about how long he was, then curled her hand to show the girth and she waggled her eyebrows "So I mean... you know. Things are good. In that department. I mean, maybe even excessively good" She laughed and put some food on Gabi's plate. She could always pile on a big lunch. Speaking of that she responded to Haley's text "yeah! looking forward to it." A few things seemed odd the other night though. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on Wednesday.

"So Nick ditched us Wednesday night. I always thought he and Hadley would make a couple. I mean they seem joined at the hip at social events." she hmmmed "Is there like, a thing there? Is it one sided? Is it no sided and I'm just imagining things?"

 

[Halcyon638]

Gabi listened attentively as Monica described what had happened with Austin. “Oh…you didn’t feel, like…obligated to do…what you did, did you? Because if you’re not ready, you’re not ready.” The concern on her face ebbed a bit as Monica continued on and was able to laugh about it. “Damn, this food is good. I’m going to put on the freshman 15 in, like, two more weeks if you keep feeding me.”

Gabi prepped for an afternoon get-to-know-you session with the campus’s Latinx Student Association. “Yeah, I talked to Hadley about Nick a bit. I guess they’re just pretty good friends from last year and he may or may not be figuring out his sexuality still. She says he’s always been pretty flaky, so that might explain why he didn’t show,” she added with a smile. Despite her early morning hangover, Gabi now looked as fresh-faced as usual. “Say hi to her for me. Have a good time, carino.”

Monica and Hadley took a bus from campus to the Founder’s Square area. On the way, Monica learned that Hadley had moved here from NYC with her parents about 4 years ago and still missed her home city and friends. She described herself as a “recovering hipster” and discussed developing her interest and passion in engineering after spending some time with her aunt while her parents were going through a bad divorce.

The area was an eclectic mix of thrift stores, small record and book shops, and small eateries whose praises Hadley sang constantly, though interspersed were dingy bars, dilapidated, boarded-up buildings, long-abandoned storefronts, and hard-looking, heavily tattooed men, some of whom leered at Monica and her friend as they passed. Numerous fliers posted around the area promoted a candlelight vigil that evening for a kind-looking, 30-something man named Eric Ramirez.

“That was so sad,” Hadley said. “Did you hear about that? Guy was this, like, beloved teacher and he got shot by some gang members a day before his fiancee’s birthday. It’s just so senseless.”

Seeing the look on Monica’s face as the memory of Tom raced through her mind, Hadley added, “Sorry. I…I forget. So, where do we start? Food? Books? Clothes?”

 

[siobhancan99]

Listening to Hadley, she nodded "Coming to Prospect City from New York would be a let-down. I mean its like going to the John Carpenter version of New York." She nodded in sympathy "my parents had a bad breakup too. My mother went back uh... to the old country..." That was as good a way of putting it "With a guy that was sort of responsible for checking in on people from where they came from that were in the US." Technically true, as she'd left for space with their mission commander. "And well. It was pretty obvious towards the end that if she wasn't cheating on my dad she was just getting ready to. Still, I fucking miss her you know? Like there's a million things you're trying to figure out when you're 12 and ... the person that should be able to help you figure them out is just gone. Do you still talk to both of your parents?"

She stopped at a food truck and got a hamburger and some fries and a milk shake. She contemplated a cherry soda too, but that would be gilding the lilly. While she needed about 3000 calories a day, this would already be a pretty substantial chunk. "as for Nick" She had the grace to look embarrassed "after uh.. nobody showed up and then he mysteriously bailed the thought crossed my mind that he was less your crush and more your uh... you know... wingman." She laughed "I'm sorry I just, for a minute when you asked if you were talking too much and then asked if I wanted to look at sex toys I had to ask myself if we were on a date and I just didn't know it. Sorry!"

She took a big sip of her strawberry shake, then sat on the sidewalk to eat. Her short shorts were not really adequate to the task of keeping her long legs entirely off the burning hot cement, but after a minute or so it started to feel nice. The air was warm, not too hot, and she was in a black crop top that made the sun a little hotter, while showing off her flat stomach. She offered to share her fries with Hadley, sort of pushing them over towards the girl "lets do music stores first. My dad refuses to go digital. he says unless you own culture in a physical medium the government can change it to suit their purposes." She rolled her eyes as that seemed like some lunatic right wing shit, but it had happened a few times in Centauri history so... cultural thing she supposed.

She ate the burger, careful with it as she didnt get cheese on to bind everything together "Then maybe some books."

When they saw the memorial, she did darken a bit "Tom doesn't make this any less senseless." She stopped, taking an opportunity to look the case up, resolving to go to that neighborhood tonight on her rounds...

 

[Halcyon638]

When asked about her parents, Hadley let out a deep sigh. “My mom did cheat on my dad,” she said, “but to be fair, he was never around so….I only kinda sorta blame her? She’s an artist and I kind of get the sense that she’s lost interest in me since I’m pursuing a degree in something actually useful. She thinks doing something for money is like gross and bougie but she apparently has no problem cashing alimony checks. My dad…I guess he sort of tries? So, yay for trying?”

As Monica referred back to their evening out, Hadley’s face turned red. “Oh god,” she said. “That’s totally—that’s totally not what that was. Oh, wow—sorry. It’s all good if you’re—if you are into that kind of thing, but I’m not—I just happen to be…boringly, tragically straight.”

A bit later, while Hadley was grabbing a bottle of iced tea, Monica did a bit of searching. According to the website for The Prospect City Herald, Eric Ramirez had been shot two days ago trying to intervene in a fight between suspected gang members. One of the attackers, positively identified as PJ Padilla, allegedly returned to the scene with a gun, firing on two of his rivals and Ramirez, killing the teacher, an 18-year-old, and wounded a third. Police had to date been unable to track down Padilla, who was believed to belong to a notorious group known as the 8-3 Crew who had recently been terrorizing the Founder’s Square area.

Afterwards, they hit the music store where Hadley made eyes at the cute yet aloof guy behind the counter, and then made their way to the good-sized independent bookstore. Monica was browsing the shelves when she heard someone call her name. “Monica?”

It was Professor Melanie Howe from her psychology course. She was dressed in a breezy, light blue sundress, holding up a collection of George Saunders stories. “It’s Monica, isn’t it?” She smiled. “I’m not great with names but I like to think I’m good with faces.”

Clutching the book to her stomach, she said, “How is your semester going? I hope you’re adjusting to city life.”

 

[siobhancan99]

Monica laughed "no i'm totally relieved. Besides, you know I have a thing with Austin. Who is great by the way. Just great. He was so good with Porter and stuff. And he's hot."

As she was looking through books and ruminating mostly on how to track down PJ Padilla as she was not in fact the world's greatest detective, she heard the voice of her psych professor. She turned and it was indeed her. "oh! Dr. Howe! yes. yes its Monica. Monica Bergensen." She took in the site of her frankly unfairly attractive ginger haired professor, then looked down at her book. The author wasn't one she was familiar with. She herself had a copy of Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 in her hand but given her obsession with Padilla hadn't managed to really grab anything else.

"I'm....adjusting." She laughed "its strange. Being here is strange. There's always a million people around and there's always so much going on. I've been trying to get into the city night life a little" That was a private joke for herself, given her usual activities at night "But mostly just school and working out. I didn't come to college to fritter away my nights. At some point you have to pay those loans back you know?" She smiled and looked down again at the book "what are you reading? I'll admit our high school didn't really make it much past Gatsby in terms of modern reading material. Something about too much sex and cussing. Mostly the cussing, I think. Cotterites aren't big on it" referencing the obscure religious sect that had settled the town centuries earlier. "also this is my first trip down here. Any place we should check out while we're in the area?"

 

[Halcyon638]

Monica could see Hadley near the opposite end of the store browsing the art books and getting into a conversation with one of the booksellers. “Please—Melanie,” the professor said as Monica greeted her with her title. “I’m glad to hear you’re adjusting.” When Monica mentioned she was mostly going to school and working out, she said, “Oh? Are you an athlete?” The older woman’s eyes fell upon her mostly bare legs and toned stomach for what felt like less than a second.

“I’m thinking of picking up this short story collection by George Saunders,” she said, showing her the cover and the title, Pastoralia. If you haven’t read him, you should start with this.” Dr. Howe leaned down to pick up a book entitled Tenth of December. From Monica’s angle, she caught a glimpse of the woman’s impressive cleavage. “He’s great. Very playful and funny at times, but I think his stories always contain some kind of insight into human nature. It’s also a nice break from academic journal articles.” Looking at Monica’s selection, she noted, “Ooh, Murakami—good choice. Haven’t read that one but I’ve been meaning to. Reading novels was actually what got me interested in psychology in the first place. I found out I didn’t care much for analyzing themes or symbols in Gatsby but I loved to pick apart the characters’ psychology.”

“There are lots of great places down here, though I would be careful after dark.” She noted a nearby teahouse, a gelato place, and an authentic Chinese restaurant that she swore by. As Dr. Howe prepared to leave, she added, “There’s a reading on Wednesday by one of the writing faculty, Mateo Leonard. If you like Murakami, I think you’ll like his work. Maybe I’ll see you there.” Smiling, she left and approached the counter as Hadley made her way over carrying a photography book.

“Who was that?” Hadley asked. As they walked to the counter and Dr. Howe left, Hadley said, “Probably got another hour down here at most. I do have to hit the sex shop though I’ll totally be fine if you and your Cottersville sensibilities want to sit that out and maybe grab a gelato or something.”

 

[siobhancan99]

"I was a swimmer. In high school. Not here. I wasn't good enough. Always the silver medalist you know? Coming from cow country that means I wasn't that good." She laughed and brushed her hair out of her face as they talked "yeah my mom left a bunch of his stuff." gesturing at the Murakami "She had everything through Kafka On The Shore." Her father had never cared for it, but she often read them wondering if the intense themes of alienation had resonated with her mother, stuck on a world that wasn't her own and ultimately devoid of purpose. She fished out her phone and marked Wednesday off for the reading "See you there Dr.... Melanie" She cleared her throat and then turned back to grab "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and his years of pilgrimage" while she was at it, though she wasn't sure when she'd have much time to read. Aspirational.

"Hmm?" she asked when Hadly came up. "Oh that's Mel...that's Dr. Howe. She's my psych professor. You know. Mandatory gen ed requirements and all that. So far its not a bad class. She seems friendly enough. We were discussing our reading."

She grinned at Hadley "I promise I wont burst into flames at the sex shop. I probably won't buy anything but I promise not to smash the counter with an axe, Carrie Nation style."

 

[Halcyon638]

Hadley laughed. “I was pretty relieved to see you’d left the axe at home. First, sex shop, then, gelato. Seems like a solid way to round out the day.”

Seeing Monica’s purchase, she noted, “I gotta get around to reading him. I really liked that movie Burning which I think was based on one of his books or something. Although part of that was wanting to do unspeakable things with Steven Yeun.”

Following their visit to the sex shop, they hit up the gelato stand that Melanie Howe had mentioned. It was still unseasonably hot, so sitting in the outdoor café area under an umbrella devouring the cold, sweet dessert felt particularly refreshing. Across the street, Monica saw Ian emerging from the Chinese restaurant her professor had also mentioned, wearing earbuds and a black T-shirt despite the heat and toting two plastic restaurant bags filled in turn with paper bags, squinting in the sunlight.

 

[siobhancan99]

"oooh I'll have to check out that movie. I love Korean movies. Also I confess I haven't read "the elephant vanishes" so I've never read his short fiction. I totally should though."

When she saw Ian, she sighed a little inside. She felt terrible but she wasn't sure how much contact she wanted with him. At the same time he was either a delivery boy, which... thank god he had a job... or he was living nearby in which case she needed to get a notion of where he was and what he was up to. She owed that much to Tom and she felt super guilty over hooking up with someone else the night before, so it was a bit of a perfect storm. "Whatever you do, you cannot date this guy" she said to Hadley, then waved to Ian "Hey! Ian! Over here!" she waved and figured it was up to him as to whether or not he came over.