John, Shelly, Rhiannon, Noah, and Open to Anyone - Group Table
A curly-haired vampire slid into place next to Shelly, his conversation at the other end of the table having mortified him sufficiently for one evening. "Detective Cartwright," he supplied. John tapped his ear to indicate he'd heard the rest of it. "Good-natured fellow? Upbeat. Of course, if I spent my career investigating crime in this city, I'd scowl too."
He picked up a menu, more or less out of curiosity, clueless as to the ratio of hunters to non-hunters in the diner.