The Universe's Mixer

Lestat sat outside at the sidewalk cafe, eyes hidden behind purple glasses, leg crossed over leg, a cup of coffee on the wrought iron table in front of him. He smiled pleasantly at the waitress who put cream and sugar down next to it, fangs hidden.

The red flower on his leather jacket stood out brightly against all of his other clothing.

He was waiting.

Lestat loved to people-watch, that was for certain. He also liked to pick at idle minds who did not know he was there. Tonight he was interested in the young woman who he'd seen by accident two evenings ago, whose mind he found he could not penetrate, not even a little. It wasn't something learned, either. He knew she was different.

She... and he did not even know her name... was someone unlike anyone he'd met in his years.

Of course, Lestat was fascinated. And he must, must speak to her.

The cafe was near where he presumed she was living; he would wait here until he saw her.
Then he would finally get to speak to her.

Yes. This was the plan.

Veronica sipped loudly at her frothy coffee drink. She had her laptop open, and was looking through job listings.

She had web sites open for the City's police department, and something about a place called Angel Investigations...

She sipped again thoughtfully.

Did she want to try to be a part of the FBI, here? She thought so. She could restart her dad's business, but if these Angel people were already doing that, would she end up looking for lost dogs?

The coffee shop was pretty quiet, so when the door opened, Veronica's head turned toward it to see who was coming in.

Logan approached Veronica's apartment building with caution, halfway expecting it to jump out of the way on him. He still hadn't quite wrapped his head around how the City worked or the fact that he seemed to keep forgetting where things were. He would think a restaurant, say, was on one street and then be completely unable to find it until he would run into it halfway across town.

None of it fit, and adding to that confusion were the now-healing puncture wounds on his neck and the strange woman in the park. He'd thought about things more, and it didn't quite make sense that Veronica would set up a 'temptation scenario' when they'd just gotten back together. Then again, he knew that Veronica's trust issues ran deep and perhaps... Logan sighed as he felt his mind pulled into the circular reasoning yet again. Something about 'Red' was off, and more than just someone playing a part.

The best way to find out what had happened with Red and most likely even get some ideas about what might have caused puncture marks on his neck without his remembering anything was to just suck it up and ask Veronica.

So, he stood outside the door to her apartment, pondering over the buzzer system. His eyes found the button for 'V. Mars' almost instantaneously, but he couldn't quite bring himself to push it. Visiting her unannounced was intimidating in itself, but doing so when he was weighed down with questions that he wasn't sure he wanted the answers for was even worse.