Lucy
I entered the campus coffee shop; a woman twirled her finger in the air, making a line of coffee pots rotate in the air before she greeted me. Then, I saw Duke. He lifted his hand, looking as tired as I felt. I crossed the room to him and looked up at the menu.
“My treat. You like chocolate, right?”
“You don’t have to.”
He waved his hand. “Go find us a booth away from windows.”
I hesitated as he stepped up to order, but I did as he asked, finding a small booth at the back of the café away from the windows and the baristas.
Soon, he joined me at the table. He set one of the tall cups in front of me and set his own cup in front of his seat as he sunk into the booth across from me.
With a flick of his wrist, Duke whispered a few incantations under his breath. Little streams of
