If I ever wrote an urban fantasy this is how I would introduce magic.
It was cold night, John Smith, a totally normal guy in all respects, pulled out a cigarette from his pack. He patted his pockets and cursed under his breath, he had left his lighter at home.
'Excuse me mate, you got a light?' He asked a man walking beside him.
The man nodded, ‘yeah sure man, gimmie a second.’
The man pulled out a small pin from his pocket as John watched curiously, wondering why he always got the weirdos. The man pricked his finger, a tiny bauble of blood appearing on the end. He clicked his fingers and a small flame burst into light.
'Here you go.' He smiled, lighting John's fag from the flickering flame.
John just stared.
The man watched him, pursing his lips before staring at his own flaming digit.
'Oh fuck.' He began, as John started screaming.
'No fuck, please don't scream, I was just at a meeting, and forgot not everyone knows about this, oh my god stop.' He begged.
John smith threw down his burning cigarette and sprinted off into the darkness.
'Bugger.' Muttered the man, casually puffing out the flame with a breath.