Victoria frowned at the reminder of the extra threat of her own race. As if just the supernaturals running around were not enough. Sometimes, she wondered how many of the attacks attributed to the supernaturals were, in fact, fabrications of cunning criminals, and vice versa.
	Her frown turned to a smile when Alex gripped the door’s edge. She ducked under his arm, then faced him.
	“Why, thank you, kind sir.” She gave a rather clumsy curtsy, lifting the skirts of an invisible dress. She straightened, then exited the café.
	The crisp scent of rain saturated the air, overpowering many of the foul city scents. The slick streets and sidewalks glistened in the light shining through windows and the little remaining sun filtering through the cloud-cover.
	Victoria stepped to the side of the doorway and looked back, the rain drumming against her. She watched Alex for a moment, thankful for the millionth time for the friendship they shared. Lately, she had felt herself crushing on him. She hated the feelings. Victoria valued the relationship she and Alex already had too much to even imagine it being more. The last thing she wanted was to risk pushing him away. She had already lost far too many friendships in her lifetime before she had simply stopped trying, and this was one she wanted desperately to keep.