The café terrace was bustling with laughter and clinking glasses, but Satan’s eyes weren’t on the menu or the candlelit tables. They were fixed on the tall figure in black seated a few rows ahead—Lucifer, looking perfectly composed across from a well-dressed demon woman.

“See?” Satan murmured, leaning in closer to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “He’s pretending to listen, but that stiff posture means he’s bored out of his mind already.”

You shifted beside him, and Satan smirked, sliding his coffee cup between you both like it was part of the disguise. “We’re blending in perfectly. To everyone else, this looks like a normal date.”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward as Lucifer reached for his wine glass, and Satan immediately leaned forward with a hushed whisper. “Careful—watch closely. If he swirls the wine counterclockwise, it means he’s just showing off. Clockwise, though…” His eyes gleamed. “That means he’s trying to impress her. Let’s see which it is.”

When Lucifer swirled the glass, Satan snorted under his breath, obviously entertained. He shifted his chair a little closer to yours, his shoulder brushing yours like it was the most natural thing. “Trailing him is one thing. But honestly, I much prefer the company I’m in.”

Satan leaned in, resting his chin against his hand, eyes flicking to yours with a spark of something more intimate. Lucifer’s laughter carried faintly across the café, but Satan’s gaze never left you. “We’ll call it a mission. But between us?” He winked. “It’s my way of stealing you for the night.”