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down.“Nessa? Vanessa what's wrong?”
                  “What is it that only brings the geeks and freaks my way, while the hip and hot go yours?”
                  “Ugh! Nessa, we've gone through this before. There’s nothing wrong with you, other than you thinking you're not good enough for better.”
                  “Am I, though? I mean, seriously?”
                  “If you're asking me if I'd bend you over and give you a good ride, hon? Then sure, I would, but you're missing a pogo stick which means I'd have to fake it. And we don't want that do we?”
                  “Pogo stick, eh? I have battery operated ones. Does that count?”
                  He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “You know what I mean, girl. Look, he's out there. You just have to have some patience and stop finding those weirdoes. Ah, here comes Willa with our chocolate pizzas and milk!”
                  Let me stop here to tell you a little something about Willa. She's—well, eccentric or what some would say Bohemian. I love her, she's my little sister, but she and I are complete opposites. While according to both she and Calvin, I take life too seriously. She’s all about art and wild clothes, like her neon green leggings and practically transparent, aqua painter's blouse. Her mind often wandered and she'd switch topics as fast as Friday night traffic lights. We didn't look much alike, with the exception of our hazel eyes. While I had the figure of a woman who enjoyed the nightly eating of ice-cream-in-the-tub, she was small, but curvy in a way that caused men to salivate.
    Her reddish-brown hair cascaded down her back, the hue accentuating her freckled nose and rosy lips. “Here you go. Calvin, I talked chef into adding an extra serving for free.”
                  “You are a darling. Thanks, Willa.”
                  “Hey sis, Mom said someone finally moved in next to you. You seen 'em yet?”
                  “No, I think it's a man though. There's a truck out in the driveway. A contractor maybe.”
                  My sister was about to say more, when she froze and turned to stare at a man with his back to us. He wore a black trench coat and red skull cap. Odd attire considering it was in the eighties. He was drinking a coffee, while reading the day's paper. I glanced back up at my sister, noting how pale her face had become, and a protective surge came over me. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I brought her attention back to me. “Do you know him, Willa? Did he mess with you or something?”
                  Her eyes were wild as she shook her head vigorously and knelt at my side, speaking so low I had to lean just to hear her. “He’s here almost all the time. He feels like—funny.”
                  “Funny how?”
                  “Don't you feel it, Vanessa? He radiates power. I—he's not human.”
                  Together, we looked back over to the man, only this time he was staring back. And I'll be truthful when I say I almost felt the same, in regards to his humanity, but I needed to be the rational one. His face was perfect, yet mysterious. But that wasn't what made him stand out from the others.  It was his eyes, which shifted colors so fast I had to blink a few times. Then, they were gray, so I probably imagined what I saw before. Although, part of me really didn’t believe that.
    Willa was locked in on him and he bored his gaze into her. He had her hypnotized almost and when he leaned back, her body leaned forward.
    He smiled, then just as fast he turned away, stood and left the cafe.
    The spell was broken, but my sister was left trembling, while she held the table for support when she stood. Her breathing was shallow and quick.
                  “Willa, you okay? Willa!”