He had watched the woman come into the diner, her dress perplexing him. Had she been on her own walk of shame? She was still dressed in heals and a dress, something he knew she must have worn out to the club. But the clubs had closed long ago, so why was she still dressed? There was only one explanation that could possibly explain her dress: She had found some cheeky bastard to have sex with. She too was just leaving his place and stopped in for some breakfast to replenish her appetite.
Even as she pondered over the menu, he studied her. She was a beautiful woman, much like the type he would find himself with. And yet, she was not his typical MO. While he preferred the ones who were so new to sex they could be molded and shaped, she was inexperienced. He could tell. He could practically smell it on her. It didn't help the way she nearly spit out her drink, as if she didn't know it was hot.
He raised his coffee to his lips, sipping the hot liquid and allowing it to settle deep into his bloodstream. She was staring at him. While he wasn't new to being stared at, he definitely wasn't looking his most grandeur today. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed (which he had) with messy hair and wrinkled clothes that had been tossed on the floor the following evening.
All that said, she was still staring at him. He eased himself out of the booth, taking his coffee with him. Without an invitation, he slipped into the booth she sat at, setting down his coffee. He smiled at her, a cheeky smile that held all of his true intentions. "I caught you staring." His accent was thick and sweet, altogether alluring. "Which can mean one of two things: You either like what you see..." He pretended to show off his body in a modest sense. "...or you're wanting to ask me something and simply do not have the courage to do so." Perhaps ask if he was single, what was he drinking, what day was it...anything really.
The waitress came back with his food, puzzled to see that he had skipped to another booth. He waved her down. "I'll be dining with this beautiful woman this morning." He smiled sweetly at her, his charming smile holding back the fact that really, he just wanted to rip her clothes off. The waitress was puzzled, but she did as she was told and placed the food in front of him.
He unrolled the silverware wrapped in a napkin and placed the napkin on his right thigh before he picked up his fork and knife. As he cut into his eggs, he looked up at her. "My name is Boone Kendrick...it's a pleasure to meet you...." He looked at her curiously, hoping that she might offer him her name. After all, he was trying to be friendly â€" something the fairy most definitely was not.