Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead.

Evangeline walked into the cafe, getting a drink of black coffee. She had not slept for three days, as her slumber was racked with nightmares. She looked around, the paranoia that everyone was looking at her almost becoming too much to handle.

Dylan slid into a chair across from Evangeline, coming from.. well... nowhere. But anyone who saw him appear wasn't likely to notice, thanks to the aura of magic around him.

"Hi, I'm Dylan," He said with his usual confident smile. He frowned, "You don't look so good." He narrowed his eyes, leaning in and staring at her for a few seconds, completely unmoving.

"Ahh," He leaned back in his chair, "Nightmares, huh." He gave a small shrug, "Well, there's nothing I can do there. Sorry, buddy."

Evangeline jumped as the guy seemingly just appeared in the seat opposite from her. She shuffled about, looking quite awkward, and losing her normally composed demeanour.

"Erm, hi Dylan?" she said with her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, I'm Evangeline." she told him, before frowning at what he said. "Yeah just not had the best week, er um, things have happened" she fumbled, trying to make a good enough excuse.

"Wait, how did you know I was having nightmares?" she whispered furiously, looking around to make sure no one else had heard him.