A leggy ginger sat beneath an umbrella at a table just outside the coffee shop the university students filled into. They were still raving about the magician's trick. How in the world could he have managed to melt the family heirloom back onto Abigail's finger? The masses would never know.<br/><br/>Siobhan Roche, on the other hand, was determined to find out.<br/><br/>She had watched the display with only mild interest at first. The magician certainly wasn't a showman; she could tell that straight off. But the trick itself, well, she hadn't seen anything like it before. It was easy enough to determine that he had talent.<br/><br/>What was even more important was that he might be some use to her.<br/><br/>Pushing her just-this-side-of-auburn hair out of her freckled face, she swept it over her shoulder as she stood. She was lucky that her hair had had darkened a shade or two as she got older. People had always thought of her as pretty before back home in Ireland, but when she sprouted breasts and hips boys and men alike had come flocking. In jeggings that clung to her shapely legs and a chic oversized cotton tee that brought out the blue of her eyes, she looked… What was the word her ex used to use? Oh, right. She looked a stunner.<br/><br/>As Siobhan sauntered over to the magician, her hips swayed slightly. It was a movement just pronounced enough to draw the eye and vaguely reminiscent of a house cat. If she put a little more effort into it it would be practically predatory, but she didn't want to scare the man away.<br/><br/>She watched him count the money that they had pressed into his hand with a frown. Yes, he would be perfect. Talented and just desperate enough to try something new. She could promise him the world. As she moved toward him, she did her best to catch his eye, making sure she didn't lose eye contact once she had his gaze on hers.<br/><br/>It was a sure-fire way to make any man feel special, and right now he needed to feel special.<br/><br/>With a disarmingly sweet smile, Siobhan once more pushed her hair out of her face as she came to a stop in front of him. With a mellifluous murmur, she took the simple mood ring from the forefinger of her right hand and pressed it into his palm, the blue color of the stone leeching into blackness. "Do it again."<br/><br/>