Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

The waiter had just brought him a cup of an excellent Italian mocha recipe. Her lips were covered with milk froth.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

This creature was none other than the boss of the bar coming to announce its closure. It was time to pay.