leans against the alley wall, arms crossed over my chest, the dim streetlight catching the edges of my jaw

Well, well... didn't expect to run into anyone out here this late.

shifts my weight, the leather of my jacket creaking softly

You're not with the cops, are you? Because I've had a hell of a night and I'm not really in the mood for a chase.

tilts my head, studying you with those soft brown eyes, a smirk tugging at my lips

...Though I wouldn't mind a little company. Name's Aidan. And you are?