Jane
It had been a long day at work, and she could still feel the numbers running through her head mindlessly. The caffeinated tea in front of her certainly was not helping. But as per usual, she sipped away, hoping the warmth would settle her mind somehow.

A sigh. It really was quite a funny feeling, being desperate for stimulation, yet just wanting to relax for once. Carmen stared out the window, watching the sun set. At least she had a pretty view...
August
It was time to continue exploring the world, to get out from her rather dark home. Perfect timing as the sun was beginning to set. Which meant she was less-likely to get injured by simply standing in the light. Her hands clasped behind her back as she roamed the streets until she stumbled upon this cute little cafe-looking place. It would be nice to have a snack or some coffee, not that it helped much with her hunger, her thirst.. But it will have to do. 

Slowly did she step into the place, her heels making a soft click-clack against the floors. The vampress ordered herself some coffee before looking for a place to sit however she spots Carmen. This could perhaps be yet another chance to meet someone new and how could she not? She approached the hybrid before speaking up. Her voice gentle, soft yet low pitched. Almost calming in a way. "Mind if I sit here?"
Jane
Carmen glanced up, confused, before she spotted the source of the voice. She hesitated for a moment before motioning with her head as if to say, *Go ahead, sit down.* Though curious about the newcomer, and why she'd picked her specifically to sit next to, it was hard to deny the allure the pale-skinned lady—a vampire perhaps?—held. In ways, she couldn't help but be drawn to her new table partner, even in spite of her instinctual quietness.
August
The woman's ruby eyes stared down at the other, curiosity clear in her gaze. Myra was indeed pale-skinned, silver-haired and had the classic red, slightly glowing eyes. She wasn't ashamed of who she was, besides it's not like she could hide it well or at all. She offered a small nod before taking a seat, setting her coffee upon the table. At first she wasn't sure on how to start the conversation, however after a minute she finally spoke. "Hello.. I'm Myra, Myra Garcia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Jane
...And yet... Why did she feel an instinctual fear? Surely if a vampire was out to drink her blood, they would approach her at night? Maybe be a little more... Stealthy? But perhaps those were all stereotypes, for all she knew. She'd never met one in person before, after all. 

Carmen nodded quietly, not really sure what to say. She considered writing a greeting of her own back, but... Somehow it felt more appropriate to stay in place. Maybe one day, she should learn how to speak with her hands? She played with her fingers absently, considering such a possibility. A language with one's hands... How strange... And novel.
August
She didn't understand why the other wasn't speaking. It was hard to make conversation if she couldn't talk. Surely there had to be a way for them to communicate? She wasn't sure quite yet. She continued to sip on her coffee, her head tilted in a curious manner. 

"Can you not speak dear?" She inquired. Hesitant to ask but felt it was worth it so she knew if she needed to find some paper or something.
Jane
The sudden gentleness in the vampire's voice startled her. Carmen wasn't used to this way of being spoken to... Though she had to admit, it wasn't awful. And the way she spoke certainly did have a lull to it. A certain... Melody, so to speak. She sighed, and rummaged around by her thigh for her notepad and pencil. She wrote for a minute, before turning it around and sliding it across the table for Myra to read.

In a messy scrawl, she'd written: *I can speak. I just prefer not to.*
August
She watched carefully as the woman in front of her pulled out a notepad and pencil. It was great to know she wouldn't have to go running around to find something for the poor girl to write down on. She tilted her head down to read the paper in front of her. She chuckled at the messy handwriting, it was rather cute in all honesty. 

"Why is that?"
Jane
Why...? Hm. It was a question she'd been asked many times, and she still couldn't find an answer. For as long as she could remember, she had always been a quiet kid. Even amongst her parents, she didn't talk much—though at least she did talk to them—and wait, was Myra trying to get to know her? Why her? Where did she even come from...? This suddenly realisation caught Carmen off guard, but she shook her head softly, putting her questions on the backburner. For now, she had to answer Myra's question.

Taking her notepad back, she wrote on a new line: *I don't know. It just... Feels right. I suppose I've been this way all my life, I guess.*