Did she glance back at him? He offered a wave, but that didn’t stop the swagger.

He approached, placing his glass on a little table nearby and tucking a hand into his pocket. He couldn’t read minds, so the question went unanswered, but the man looked *tense*. His brows furrowed.

“You alright?”

Looks like this stranger just summoned a demon. Probably his first.

“I could explain it; but you wouldn’t believe me. So don’t worry about it.” He didn’t smile, and even through dark sunglasses seemed to be staring into the man’s soul.

Taking up his glass of wine, He took a few steps toward the stranger like someone walking on a tightrope.

>

the man was standing. “If you don’t want the drink, don’t drink it. I can’t force you.”

With a fluid motion, he turned fully toward the man and scrutinized him from behind dark sunglasses. He’d head the thought.

“That’s not very nice, now is it?” His own words spoken with a playfully low, gravelly voice.

“Pushing off from the back of the chair, the demon swaggered over to where >

“Well… yeah.”

Brows furrowed over his inky glasses.

“Hang on. What d’you mean? You knew that, didn’t you? You alright?”

“I live here!”

“Christ!” Startled. “It is you What’re you doing here!?”