He’d been focused on the newspaper for a while, carefully reading the morning news - all plagued by the Monstrum crimes - when he noticed the woman moving around his bike, parked outside the cafe.
Not that it surprised him. Women loved his bike - it attracted them like flies, at least a considerable number of them. It had always been a great resource for flirting - among other of his personal qualities which, because of who he was and what he’d lived, he’d never had too much time or interest in developing.
Through the curtains that covered the stained-glass window of the café, he could barely see the woman's face - a ta