It was a cool, breezy night in the streets of New York, Madison Avenue as the goofy, fun-loving Warlock, known as Arthur appeared on the sidewalk in a puff of blue smoke. He was dressed in his infamous, dark-blue tuxedo, red-tie and black loafers, which he often wore in the place of his traditional Warlock attire when he didn't want to draw too much attention to his true, magical identity to the other mortals. He began to stroll down the sidewalk with nothing but the soothing click-clack of the souls of his loafers tapping against the concrete as he walked to keep him company. He took in a breath of the fresh cool, night air as he mentally noted how nice of a night it was. Sometimes when it was nice outside, the brunette Warlock loved to go for a nice, long stroll and take in the scenery. He enjoyed life so much.
Tonight was particularly quiet. Arthur took notice of how there weren't very many people walking the streets of the particularly busy city that night; perhaps because of the time of night it was. Arthur didn't mind though; it meant he had the large city to himself along with a few moments of peace and quiet to enjoy his peaceful stroll around town. It was when the Warlock felt his stomach grumble with hunger that he realized that he had forgotten to eat dinner before heading out for his nightly stroll around town. He wasn't in the mood for anything too fancy; just something to hold him over for the night so he scanned his surroundings in search of the nearest restaurant. He spotted a sandwich shop then disappeared and reappeared at the very front of the long line of people waiting impatiently to buy a sandwich.
"I'll have one turkey and ham sandwich please." Arthur ordered his food as he tuned out the complaints of the line of angry customers behind him. The people who weren't complaining were confused at just how he had managed to cut in line so quickly without anybody noticing him. It didn't take long for the guy behind the counter to prepare his sandwich as the brunette Warlock politely accepted it with a quick, 'thank you' before disappearing in a puff of blue smoke without paying, leaving the poor employee in a state of angered confusion. Arthur laughed in his usual loud and slightly maniac way as he reappeared at one of the restaurant's outside tables.
"Looks like I gave that guy 'the slip' instead of 'a tip'..." The Warlock laughed to himself before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Is this seat taken darling?" The voice of a female asked as Arthur looked up to see a stunningly beautiful woman with emerald-green eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair that curled at the end. She was wearing a lovely, white evening gown that sparkled in the moonlight and flowed gently in the cool, night breeze, white high-heels and expensive-looking jewelry. She was no doubt a wealthy woman. Arthur couldn't help but blush as he began to feel a twinge of nervousness in the pit of his stomach.
"Y-Yes-I mean no! No...Won't ya have a seat?" Arthur stuttered nervously before lifting his hand to gesture to the empty chair across from him. In the process, he accidentally knocked over the saltshaker, letting out a swearword under his breath at his dilemma. The girl giggled, finding his nervousness and clumsiness rather adorable as she politely took the seat across from him.
"My goodness...How embarrassing eh?" She grinned before letting out another giggle as Arthur scrambled to clean up the mess in the most human way possible.
"Yeah...Sorry about that..." Arthur apologized with a nervous chuckle before throwing a handful of salt over his shoulder.
"For good luck..." He explained, unaware that he had accidentally sprinkled the salt in Mrs. Kravitz's hair as she gave him a funny, yet rather annoyed look. Her husband Abner however, didn't seem to notice as he continued to scarf down his food.
"I don't believe in luck..." The woman replied with yet another giggle. She couldn't help but find herself attracted to this strange, clumsy man.
"O-Oh...Well...My name's Arthur..." Arthur nervously introduced himself as he held his sweaty hand out to her for a handshake. He instantly felt an attraction to her from the first minute he laid eyes on her but he knew he had to resist developing feelings for her. He had seen the grief his niece Samantha had to endure from both her own family and The Witch's Council for being in love with a mortal and he didn't want to take the same risk. Besides, there was no telling how this young lady would act if she found out he was a Warlock. Darrin was barely comfortable with the fact that Samantha was a Witch; what were the chances that this woman wouldn't fear him and run away if she found out his true species.
"Aretha...Charmed I'm sure..." The woman introduced herself before shaking his sweaty yet warm, soft hand. She felt herself blush as well once their hands had made contact as the two felt a noticeable spark between them.
"Nice to meet ya Ms. Aretha." The Warlock smiled as he gradually began to regain some of his confidence. Maybe he would just have a nice chat with the lady and take it no further than that.
"I say; it is rather nice meeting you too Sir Arthur...You know? I saw what you did..." Aretha whispered lowly, though this still caught Gladys Kravitz's attention as she listened closely to eavesdrop on their conversation. Arthur's face fell as he felt his heart begin to pound in his chest.
"W-What do ya mean?" He asked fearfully. He knew his magical abilities had now been discovered by this woman. There was no telling what she was going to think of him now.
"Why what you did in line of course darling..." Aretha replied before holding out her hand. Much to Arthur's surprise, a Champaign bottle appeared in her sleek, dainty hand in a puff of white smoke.
"You're a Warlock aren't you?" She asked as the Champaign bottle magically popped it's top and two glasses appeared on the table. Arthur relaxed a bit once he realized she was a Witch before bursting into an uproar of relieved laughter. He now felt more comfortable around her as she poured a glass of Champaign for both him and herself.
"ABNER?! ABNER!" Gladys Kravitz screamed as she stood up abruptly and pointed at Aretha's display of Witchcraft.
"Oops! Let's get outta here..." Artur took Aretha's hand in his, before the two disappeared along with the Champaign and glasses before Abner had a chance to see any of it of course.
"An empty table...how interestin'..." Abner rolled his eyes as Gladys stood dumfounded.
TO BE CONTINUED...