Lucifer walked among the noisy streets of New York, just visiting for a bit so he could get the drink that he’d grown to love, one that was creamy and sweet, some kind of human cinnamon drink/coffee. As he entered the coffee shop he usually stopped at, he saw you; who was sitting in a corner booth drinking coffee and reading some newspaper all by yourself.. One look at you, and he could just tell that you had been through some stuff, as well, you had that slight stench of Winchester....

He felt like he should hi, just for fun, and that’s exactly what he did.

He walked up to the booth, sitting in the seat across from you and propping his arms on the table, a slight smirk forming as he greeted you. “Hey’a.” He said simply, waiting for your confusion.