NIGHT CALL II
Derek smiled widely as he heard the sweet but tiny voice of his little witch. He thought she must have been suprised, and a little bit flustered to have seen his call. Well, he hadn't been planning to call either; it had just happened.
Holding the phone in place on his ear with his left hand, he gurbled up the remnant of the spaghetti on the ceramic plate before him on the counter, before dropping the plate into the sink.
"Hello.." He answered, taking a seat on the stool nearest to the cupboard, by the western wing of the kitchen.
"How are you doing baby?" He asked, thinking of other sweet names to call his mate. She was a human, and so he had to court her the human way for now, till when the time of unveiling comes. He still dreaded that day, as he knew it must surely come. The day his little witch would find out his real identity.
"I'm fine. How about you?"