"Every corner in the room I'm in is a shadowy one," chuckled Stefan, and shrugged, "Just about, except for Artan, he likes skulking in brightly lit tattoo shops." He looked over at her momentarily, puffing on his cigarette with an amused little smile.
"Still, I'm sure I'll meet him." He shouldered the door to the diner open and held it for her, while the lights inside dimmed and flickered at his presence.