He stood outside the coffee shop, a slight feel of dread in the pit of his stomach. On his phone was a message from Anna, with a time and location to meet. The feel of dread came from the fact that the last time he had seen her, he’d had to tell her of his vampiric nature. Admittedly, her reaction was a lot better than he had feared, but they still hadn’t actually talked since then and he had no idea what to expect with this meeting. He could only hope that she didn’t want to reveal him, which is why she chose to meet at the coffee shop.
Taking a deep breath, that was more for comfort than for any real purpose, he entered the coffee shop. The smell of coffee was suddenly a lot stronger and it helped to ease him slightly. He ordered his usual, and looking around, noticed Anna sitting in the back of the shop. She hadn’t noticed him yet. He made his way over and was preparing to announce himself when she looked up at him. “My Lady” he replied. He sat across from her and waited for her to speak.
Anna swallowed nervously and looked evenly at Marlon as he gracefully to a seat opposite her. She studied him seriously for a few silent moments, scanning his eyes and his features for any sign that what she had guessed about him was true. Surely that if someone was a vampire it should be easy to spot? But as she looked at him he looked just as he always had; slightly odd, as if he didn’t quite fit in their era, slightly dark with an air of mystery, but most of all he looked kind.
“Marlon-” she began then broke off promptly as a waitress brought over her coffee. “Thank you,” she said shortly, giving her a tight smile. She waited till she had walked well away before looking back at Marlon. Anna placed her hands carefully on the table. “I thought it was important for us to speak…about what happened…about what I…discovered,” she stumbled over the words. She stopped, inhaling a sharp breath, and looked at him evenly.
The coffee shop was smokey and pleasantly noisy as Anna pushed through the door. Quickly she scanned the interior, looking for the familiar profile. He seemed yet to arrive though so she slipped through the door and walked to the back, plopping down into her favourite booth. She liked it because she could sit with the solid wall behind her back and the entire room before her. From this position she didn’t miss a single person entering or leaving the room.
She ordered a coffee and slumped down in her chair, yawning. It had been a late night at the club and then she had lain awake too late, thinking. She had sent a message to Marlon a few days ago, asking to meet him. Her mind had not been able to leave behind the information that she had gained from him, the last time she had seen him. Her mind ran over the evening in the old club, the dancing, the photographs…their conversation. She was oddly nervous about the impending conversation too. She was frowning at the floor when a pair of shoes stepped into her view. Lifting her eyes they travelled from the shoes up to the person attached to them. “Marlon,” she greeted, smiling.
Roland stop taking videos of me! -laughing- Turn that camera off!
Well what did you have in mind princess?
If it’s with you, I’m up to anything.
I’m sure if we put our heads together we can come up with something to do…
Filming is absolutely complete. No more re-shoots. I am so ready to relax, or sleep or for week.
Anyone care to join me?
I would but sleeping isn’t really what I’m looking for at the moment, you know? So I might just leave you to that…
One of my favourite nights ever.
… I’ve done that thing again… What day is it?
How are you My Lady?
Oh. One of those nights?
Well Marlon, now it is Monay…unfortunately.
Rien, good sir. Secrets placed in my care are well protected, don’t worry.