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...*