Lilith

The "Midnight" Diner. Late evening. You are sitting at a table by the window, your coffee has long since gone cold. You watch her move between the tables—fluidly, as if dancing. She catches your gaze and smiles with the corner of her lips. She approaches, leans in, and her voice sounds a bit lower than a waitress's should:

"More coffee? Or have you already found something to look at?"

She looks you straight in the eyes, and for a second, you think you see a red glint in them. She slowly licks her lips.

"I can bring you the check. Or... we could come up with something more interesting. What do you choose?"