There he was, blending in with his surroundings. I was impressed, so I asked him where he learned his blend-y skills.
Ninja: Well, I did work as a barista at Starbucks for a while.
Me: No, I mean how do you camouflage yourself so well?
N: I'm a ninja. It runs through my veins...er...stuffing.
M: You're extremely talented. I didn't even expect you to hitch a ride with me to college.
N: You should always be on your toes, Mariah.
M: Why? Is that a ninja thing?
N: No... *rolls eyes, I mean, buttons* Just expect the unexpected. You never know when I might be
in your freezer,
in your shoe,
or next to Humphrey Bogart.
M: Wow, you're right. Hey, what's your name?
And then he vanished.