Joy wasn't the only one transfixed. Like the red-head, Devon was planning on heading out tonight. He just wasn't quite as dressed up. Dark jeans, trainers, a black wifebeater under a black hoodie, and a blazer. There was black eyeliner smudged carefully around his eyes, fresh-dyed streak of blood red through his bangs. He just needed a little caffiene fix before he went out.
Getting his drink from Joy, he glanced around for a seat, arching an eyebrow when he spotted a rather distinctive figure. He sat down at the next table, smiling and nodding.