A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, he was strolling through the town, not caring about sloshing in the puddles. It was warm enough to melt the snow but still cold enough to make it hell. His floppy hair swished with every movement, giving him a boyish look, but something darker, older and more sinister hung around him. He wasn’t human, he didn’t pretend to be anything else than what he was.
He flicked his habit at the curb and stepped into the coffee house and with a quick hand, he stole a full cup from someone’s table and sat down. The oddest thing is that the person jibbed out of there coffee didn’t even seem to mind. He felt eyes on him, they might have noticed him littering or stealing, maybe both, but he was beautiful so it might be that.
“Can I help you? If you find yourself enamored, you can take a picture.”