Lestat pulled the chair backward and it made a slight scraping noise against the pavement. He sat down in a smooth gesture that was much too fluid for a human.
He set the coffee down in front of him and offered the girl a smile.
"I could say the same thing," he said. And that was sadder. He'd been alive so long, and outside of people like David, like Jesse... it made him sad.
He still could feel nothing of her mind. And this was disturbing. He knew it wasn't him. It had to be her. There was something different about her.
"My manners are atrocious, my apologies. My name is Lestat." He moved his head very slightly, his chin tilting up arrogantly. The smile did not fade.