Alarick’s expression changed immediately as he noticed Annelise wicking away tears that were welling at the corner of her eyes. It was odd to see her somewhat melancholy so suddenly. Yet he had to remind himself that she was young, and apparently had numerous emotions rolling through like a sea during the storm.
Unfortunately his mind was pulled away from his pensive thoughts as another woman sauntered through with a vulpine grace. Oh Alarick gave her a look and an inevitable smile. “Anything for a beautiful lady as yourself,” those words purred from his lips- that Italian accent rumbling somewhat seductively. Yes he used his heritage like some romance-novel styled weapon, but it seemed to get results and that was all that mattered. As she sauntered on by and took a seat next to a man at the counter he found himself a bit bemused. The fellow in the EMT outfit was Lassiter Declan. The only reason he knew that was because he sometimes frequented the ER when he needed a bit of extra money. Actually he never needed the extra money, but it helped when one was on the lookout for fang or claw marks. Then there was the gorgeous blonde next to him- she owned a bar- Alarick knew that because he found himself not only finding her curves alluring but her cocktails equally so.
“Want a booth Annelise?” He questioned but didn’t wait for a response as he took one nearest the door and flopped down in the seat. The leather squealed underneath him, and inevitably settled in the way that cheap booths do. “Oh look- French toast- you like that right?” Annelise was different than the majority of women that Alarick had anything to do with, because honestly he didn’t want to sleep with her. She was sweet, naïve, and a shining beacon of how they should be. So instead of speaking to her in sultry tones with overwhelming charm- he treated her like he would his kid sister. “Look is everything alright-?” Alarick questioned and then immediately felt his butt vibrate. He glanced down and began feeling about his pants for his phone. He fished the fancy smartphone from the depths of his blue jeans and checked his messages. “Oh hey- Sebastian.” He mused.
‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ He texted back. Not one for paraphrasing words. Yes it made his texting times draw out into long narratives about his day or feelings, but at least there was no question about what he meant. “Looks like we might get company.”