Diego . human form
The man standing before the restaurant briefly examined his phone to make sure he was at the right place. Sa'fir Coast was as beautiful as he'd been told it would be, and the place was situated directly above the beach. It was late afternoon and some of the diners were enjoying the sea breeze on the patio while they dined. The surf provided a soothing sussuration in the background complimented by the calls of wild birds and reggae music playing at a low enough volume that it wouldn't overpower conversation.
The man was young, early to mid-twenties, standing at six foot tall. His asymetrical cut hair was a tawny color with black streaks, and paired with his lightly tanned complexion, his brilliantly mismatched eyes seemed to glow. He sighed, raking a masculine yet slim hand through his hair, the bracelets he wore clinking softly against each other. He was dressed in what could easily be described as 'rocker' ensemble.
He took a deep breath as if to steady himself and straightened his clothes self-consciously. He had reluctantly agreed to come here, at the insistence of his best friend Cal. Diego hadn't even realized that he'd been signed up for a blind date, and had tried to weasel out of it. But Cal had sided with the woman responsible for this mess and thus here he was.
He entered the restaurant and gave his name for the reservations that had been made for himself and some woman named Korinne. Or was it Hawke? He couldn't remember, but reassured himself that actual introductions was something the two of them could handle between themselves. Diego was just relieved he'd been paired with a woman instead of a man, especially after his meeting with Amp. Nothing like the company of a woman to distract himself from the attentions of a certain rock star who was insistent that Diego climb in bed with him.