Ansel Corvinus, Soulful Artist

Ansel sat on the plush couch in the corner of the cafe, relaxing and enjoying a more calm atmosphere before it was time for him to get ready to head out to Bathory's Bliss. He did this every Friday, as a way to prepare himself for the louder, higher-energy aura that filled the goth club. But oh, how he loved it. The music, the vibes, the interesting people, the feeling of freedom. It was amazing. But before all that, he needed a chance to center himself. And so, the cafe was where he would go. But it was a bit busier on that particular day; either that, or the cafe was understaffed. More and more people were having to wait a bit longer for their drinks and food, so Ansel had ample opportunity to people-watch. It's always been a favorite pastime of his, to study those around him. After all, if everyone was going to stare at him, then it was only fair he did the same, no? After a rather grumpy old man and his calmer wife left with their drinks, though... he spotted someone that gave him pause. Especially when they met his teal gaze unflinchingly. It sent a spark of intrigue through the young man, and Ansel carefully looked them up and down. "...rather busy today, isn't it?" he said calmly, though there was a hint of warmth in his tone. "I'm unsure as to whether more people are coming in, or if the poor staff are a few people short. Either way, I've never seen it get this bad." He paused, then offered the stranger a soft smile that was slightly playful. "I'm Ansel; might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" he asked, tapping his black, manicured nails on the side of his paper cup as he raised it to his glistening, plush lips.