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Vanessa looked up when she heard a voice and it took her brain a moment to process what he had asked. She glanced around the room for a moment to note all the empty tables and chairs before returning her gaze back to the man before her. He reminded her of Hitler's version of a "perfect race" and for a moment thought she could place him as one of Hitler's generals, but the thought lingered only for a moment. She had to remind herself that there would always be people that looked like those she had met in her past, but that was simply because she had met so many people. Still, she was wondering why he had decided to sit at her table rather than at another.

"Yes, you may," she said calmly, "Dislike sitting by yourself?"

The question was presented with no intent of offending the man, she simply wanted an explanation as to why he chose to sit with her instead of those around her. As she waited for his response, her eyes moved to the woman who had just entered the bar and she watched as the woman ordered a drink Vanessa had not seen in a very long time. Last time she saw it she happened to be out of the country, but she couldn't exactly place where. She almost wanted some herself, but in the long run decided her beer was just as appeasing to the taste buds. Her eyes turned back to the man before her, still curious as to his answer. She disliked appearing rude and decided it best to close her book and appear as though her full attention was on the man before her. He at least had a charming smile and seemed pleasant enough to garner her attention.