“I am mysterious.” He smirked, eyeing Enigma for a second before holding up his hand so that he might catch the waitress’ eye. The woman in the apron looked none too happy, but Damon didn’t blame her. Shift work was often exhausting. It was ridiculous to expect charm and a smile at this hour in a place like this one. “Two more slices of peach pie?” He smiled at the waitress just for the hell of it. She scribbled down a note and went off behind the counter.
“You’re sort of mysterious, too, though.” He tilted his head to the side curiously.