A Crisp Wrapper Cape

I scrambled up the metal slats of a cafe bench right outside the bakery window! Resting beside a half-empty paper coffee cup was a crumpled metallic pastry wrapper, glinting like pure silver. I dashed right over and smoothed it flat with both palms. With a brisk flick of my wrists, I gathered the foil into tiny accordion folds, pinched the top, and draped it right across my shoulders. When I hopped onto the wooden table edge, the crinkly foil caught the noon breeze and ruffled like a shimmering superhero cape! I struck a bold pose with one foot propped on a discarded cardboard sleeve.