"When I left L.A., it was 2008. I've been here for sometime. If you're after 2008, then you're at least my future. But as you are younger than I am, you would be my future anyway. Or you could be my past, a reflection of my sins in what I did not fix as being part of society." Charlie wasn't looking at her again; he was thinking. Something about what he said had struck a nerve inside. He thought a little longer before pulling himself back.
"Yes. Vampires. It can be a very dangerous place, so do be careful." He reached into the front of his jacket, his free hand up to say he wasn't doing anything funny, and pulled a card out. "You may call me. If for whatever reason you don't reach me," He flipped the card. "Call her. Jennifer is my partner. She'll do what she can to help you." He set the card on the table and slid it over to her.
Yes, he was definitely the protective type. Especially young lost girls. They were both saved any awkward moments by the waiter who brought out the flatbread and their drinks. Charlie didn't mind talking while he ate, but he wasn't going to force her to do so.