The crowded room was full of chatter, chatter that Diablo was determined to listen to. He sat at a center table by himself, notepad spread out in front of him. In his left hand he clutched a glittery silver pen that sparkled as he wrote furiously in the notebook. He was so engrossed in his notes that he made the person who sat down across from him wait as he finished writing. Once done, he flipped the note book up, his eyes shooting to the person. “May I help you?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.