Lauralyie

You see me, sitting in a dark corner of the tavern illuminated by what you think is a candle. You soon notice the flame is not on a candle afterall and is instead suspended above my outstretched hand. It extinguishes as I close my fingers together. I smirk as I make eye contact with you. It's obvious I could tell you were watching me. I lean back in my little booth seat and wait for you to approach.