2 has enter the cafe.
With a sigh, he made his way too her. His leather boots squeaked when they were bent and the heels clicked on the flooring. “‘You can tell?’” he mocked with a raised brow. “It’s not my clothing, is it? No, that would not give anything away.” Sarcasm dripped from every word of his grumbling.
He finally sat down and made sure his coat wasn’t caught underneath him. When he looked up, he noticed she wasn’t holding her quill or notepad. Witchcra—…. Oh. She was one too then. “I will have just a coffee…” He eyed her. How was she so comfortable with displaying her powers in public like this? Especially in front of someone like him?
"Presence, sir. I can tell by presence." She smile softly at him ignoring the sarcasm he gave her before writing down what he order before turn and give the order to one of her employees.
