He notices. At first, of course, it's because she's a pretty blonde and pretty blondes, he supposes, are a bit of a weakness.

He can get coffee. Right? There's nothing weird about him with coffee. So what if he's only 17? He's long since stopped caring about what anyone thinks. His hair, his clothes, his taste in music.

His ability, too.

Still, Peter doesn't enter so much as one second he's outside, the other he zips and takes someone's coffee, and in a matter of half a second there's someone right in front of Raven, sipping a coffee and grinning.

"Do you like music?"