And once again, the witch looked dumbfounded. He was an angel? Demon with wings? Angel hybrid? It was hard to tell, mix relations always happened in supernatural communities and that was the beautiful thing about it. Gabby couldn't help but smile when he said that she was 'interesting', her? If she were her fifteen year old self right now she would either burst into tears or cling to his leg for dear life bragging about all of the too perfect 'OC's she has made to pair up with his iconic characters. But her smile wavered when she turned to the window and saw that her teeth were showing through that silly gaping grin of hers.<br/><br/>Gabby lowered her smile into a straight line when he told her that he needed her help. The waitress came by with Gabby's favourite cinnamon tea. She would usually grab fistfuls of sugar and dump it in the tea, but she decided to be a lady and delicately grab the sugar pack and tore it open.<span style="color: #81F781">"By the way, it's safe to spread your wings in here, this is a safe place for supernaturals. And me? Help you?"</span>She asked, slowly tilting the sugar packet over the tea while not bothering to watch the sugar evaporate, she was surprised that a best selling author and teenage supernatural and human girls' wet-dream actually wanted to take part in a not-so-smooth sailing movement.<span style="color: #81F781">"I mean, sure I organize rallies and marches and I'm the founder of the Supernatural Rights club in my magical college... But I have you know, supernatural racism may not end because of the subtle bigotry and hatred, humans are rather stubborn creatures. I applaud you for actually wanting it to stop, but wouldn't you like to keep your career in mind? I mean, you have a lot of human fans and while they're either ignorant or cowardly liberals, do you think they'll follow right behind you? Especially their god awful parents!"</span><br/><br/>Gabby noticed that her hand was shaking and she dropped the empty sugar packet in the cinnamon tea, the young adult carefully flicked her wrist and the soaked sugar packet floated out of the cup and into the nearby trashbin.<span style="color: #81F781">"So, how should I help you?"</span>