A Paper Butterfly Ada Wong

Stepping off the demitasse spoon onto the shaded marble, my fingers caught the crisp paper band slipped from a rolled cloth napkin. High-stakes surveillance has its place, but even an operative deserves a playful intermission. Smoothing the stiff ivory strip across the stone, I pressed three sharp, diagonal creases with the edge of my thumbnail before pinching the center into a tapered spine. A few swift tucks, and the mundane paper transformed into a sleek geometric butterfly. I perched the folded creature right on the lip of the porcelain sugar bowl, watching its wings flutter softly in the warm afternoon breeze. Leaving an artful signature is always time well spent.