<span style="font-size: 18px">He had finished a little over half of his drink before another person came in.  Tassos didn’t have the highest of expectations, so it barely earned a glance.  Another local student.  Long hair, ginger, a relatively slender frame with an attractive face.  Not bad.  It didn’t even dawn on Tassos that the man looked a little out of place, not at first.  The conversation he could hear seemed normal.  There was a certain wild scent that had come in with the redhead, but that could’ve been attributed to the glorious new growth of nature outside being whisked in with him.<br/>
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Then the man sat down at a table not that far from him, and that smell grew stronger.  Had he just been rolling in a bed of flowers or something…?  <br/>
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Tassos ventured another glance that way and studied the strange creature in more detail.  He seemed human enough, but there was something off about him.  He certainly didn’t put off some kind of powerful demi-god vibe, like Tassos had been expecting.  And yet when he looked at that one and tried to see through to his life force, his soul, there were halos upon halos that he only then became aware of.  Experience… years… <i>lifetimes</i>.  From the time he set foot on that little planet of mortals, he’d not seen such an old soul.  It was complex and radiated a certain power.  <i>Delicious…</i>  And yet this strange and ancient being sat down with his pink drink and pulled out a newspaper like he was as common and mortal as everyone else.  Tassos flipped his own book closed and stared at the cover.  Just something he’d picked up at the second hand bookstore on campus.  He was doing a pretty good job of blending in, and he was far older than the little Earth spirit.  Preconceived notions were harmful; he should’ve remembered that.  <br/>
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He leaned in his chair to reach into his pocket and retrieve a cell phone.  Technology wasn’t his favourite thing ever, but he’d had to learn how to operate a number of contraptions on various worlds to get by, to blend in.  He’d had to learn phones about a hundred times over.  The tech was different everywhere, for starters.  Earth also had a ridiculous rate of advancement on something so simple, and it was less a means of verbal communication now.  It worked to his advantage right then, not as it was meant to be used, but as a prop, something to make him look busy.  The book required his attention and his gaze to be focused down all the time, whereas a typical human texting would have intervals of no engagement.  Simply put, it allowed him to observe his prey closer.  </span>