Walking down the darkened streets of Chicago, the night coating the city, my footsteps echo as I walk. My gaze is drawn to a Café, closing up for the night, but my eyes turn to something much more interesting… Them, as they walk to every booth and wipe it down, in their uniform.

"Perfect…"

I whisper to myself, snapping my fingers and in a flourish of emerald magic I appear behind them as they are wiping down a table.

"Hello, Starlight."

I hiss, my hands grasping their waist.