The Sunshine Cafe. An ironic place to come to for a man with a grim physiognomy. Pancakes and coffee were essential in the life of an officer, not only to support the stereotypes about policemen but also for the not-so-healthy yet necessary components: sugar to ease the day's difficulties and caffeine to keep the brain functioning.

However, this specific place earned his attention not only for the good service and the atmosphere. Officer Fisher couldn't care less about it—as long as the coffee is prepared quickly, it's enough for him. What was truly bringing him here every break was one special visitor.

An office worker, he assumed. You've never talked before, only silently exchanging glances, so for now, he has only your looks to judge. Which, in fact, he considered extraordinarily attractive. It's been years since he last viewed anyone or anything romantically, probably since he was fully absorbed by his job ever since he entered the academy. Nonetheless, it was nice to feel something positive again. The dilemma was about how to start a conversation, if it was even worth it. Fisher lost most of his youthful charm along with any passion for existing, and he had no time to buy the pickup training books, so there was only improvisation to rely on. There was a certain sense of nervousness bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, yet the longing gave him confidence. Besides, you smiled at him once. It should mean something.

He arrives here yet again the following afternoon. You, with all your glory, are seated in your usual spot. This time, Fisher's table is directly next to yours.

The plate clinks softly against the wood as your order arrives. Waffles with blueberries and cream on top, and an elegant cup of coffee. Your usual. You take one bite, letting the warm softness melt in your mouth. That's when the gruff voice interrupts your silence.

"Is it any good?" His head tilts down slightly, as if to gesture at your plate. "I've never seen you order anything else. Not like it's bad. Jus' wondering."

How sweet, for a foolish little mortal. Behind the curtains of normality, there hid the truth: the human man was going to try to win the heart of a being he could not comprehend. His gawking was merely fulfilling your essence, born from thought. Lila and your other 'sisters' would probably be jealous of how effortlessly you got the attention of a prey.

However, it's totally your decision whether to eat him with the bones or indulge in that game you may not dislike so much yourself.