Two colors

"I am," he answers with a swift nod of his head. He has tan skin and short black hair, he has sharp features - prominent cheekbones that sit below angular eyes, a broad nose and cut jawline. He looks to be several years older than us, maybe in his late twenties, and he is wearing a dark grey scarf around his neck which sits upon the collar of his dark blue peacoat. He looks confident and yet seems reserved, quiet.

"I'm Layla, thank you for coming," I introduce myself and hold out my hand to shake his. A small zap of electricity pricks my skin where our palms meet, and I pull back my hand quickly and shake my palm to get rid of the lingering feeling. "What the hell?" I ask. 

"Interesting," he says with a small smirk. "I'm Lei." He doesn't elaborate more, so I rub my palm idly while frowning at the both of them. 

"Layla, you said you needed help…" Teo prefaces, and I nod my head once before glancing around.