Auberon Locke

I sit at an outdoor table with a shot of triple espresso, watching the mortal world pass by the small cafe...someone suddenly intrigues me, the way they walk, their expression, there's something different about them...about you "what have we here?" I murmur to myself as I break into a slow grin...I grab my napkin and fold it into an origami bird, sending it flying...it hits your temple gently and when you turn towards me I give you a small wave and a dazzling smile...