It took Desmond a moment to register exactly what he was seeing. The stranger threw a mint on the ground, and for a moment Des thought he was just another crazy Floridian hopped up on amphetamines. Because really, if he was being honest, it wasn't necessarily uncommon in Miami-Dade for someone to pull you aside and throw candy on the ground. Unfortunately you'd probably be knocked out, snatched and sold into trafficking if you tried to grab it. And they probably still wouldn't even give you the candy.<br/><br/>He looked up with what he was sure what a comically unamused expression before the man spoke again.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Don't freak out. This is important."</span><br/><br/>"Look, man, the only thing freaking me out right now is-" Desmond stopped whatever he was getting ready to say. A small shimmer caught his eye, right next to the man's left side. And again, at his right.<span style="font-style: italic">Water...?</span>Desmond quickly dropped his eyes to the ground where he knew that mint had been thrown, and in its place he only caught the remaining few drops of water rising from where it once laid, floating upward to where the other water danced idly in the air.<br/><br/>Water. In the air. "What the<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>?" Desmond asked nobody in particular, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. He ran a hand above the water, down the side, underneath, all the way around until he was entirely sure that this wasn't some parlor trick. With his hand still hovering around the water, he looked up at this stranger in search of some sort of confirmation.