Anael hadn't meant to stare, but the young woman who wasn't human looked a lot like Fin. She was her own brand of special, confusing his senses as to what she might be. In any case, she looked lovely, and when she must've felt the weight of a gaze on her and dark eyes looked up to meet his, Anael's smile held a touch of the sheepish at being caught staring.

"I'm sorry," he told her, stepping a little closer to her table outside the café. "You look quite a bit like a friend of mine."