Christopher watched and listened to the various comedians as they performed, but the majority of his focus was on his surroundings.  He was used to looking around with that casually interested appearance.  Few actually ever paid him any attention, because he seemed so ordinary and normal.  Under that all, unknown to most, was a sharp mind that snatched details swiftly.  Tonight, the casual look of exploring the room was gone.  The being on the roof top had set him a bit on edge, and then there had been his icy cold hostess.  Both of these recent encounters had caused Chris to look a lot more alert than relaxed.  Besides, there was the chance she was present, and the very idea of such made his heart race.  It had been years since that night...a blink of an eye, he was sure, for a dragon.  Yet, there wasn't a single moment in his life that didn't go by when he thought of her, and the older he became...the more he wanted to see her again.  It was less of a desire to simply thank her, and more of a desire to really know her.<br/><br/>She was...after all...a dragon...rarest of creatures.<br/><br/>And so it was that Christopher continued to sweep his gaze over the crowd.  So on edge had the two previous encounters made him; that he swiftly noticed his waitress was quite different.  She moved with a dancer's grace...smoother than anything he had previously seen.  Her skin was just a bit more than Celtic fair, and her hair was as silvery blonde he had never experienced.  Almost instantly, Chris shut his mind down...wary of the woman approaching.  It had been a trick he had learned while exploring the supernatural.  To leave one's mind open was never wise around such beings.  One never knew if they had telepathic abilities or not.  Thus, a smooth mirror wall appeared in his mind as he managed the briefest of smiles.<br/><br/>The waitress frowned visibly before continuing her approach, and then turned away to a different table with a slight shrug...if baffled expression on her face.  She might have been harmless, but Chris wasn't going to find out.  The woman had most certainly not been the one he sought.  He knew without a shadow of doubt that if he met her again...he would know.  Again his eyes swept over the room, and this time noticed a woman sitting with a gentleman.  He noticed a bit of her attention was not really on the comedians at all, but he could not tell where her attention was focused.  It certainly wasn't on her companion.  Over her, his eyes swept with curiosity.  The woman had exotic divine auburn hair.  She wasn't tall...average, actually, as far as height, but the woman was also quite fit.  From the shadows, he could not see much more detail.  What she wore appeared to fit nicely with the crowd tonight...as if she blended in so neatly.<br/><br/>The mirror walls in his mind dropped as he focused on her.  Chris was hardly a telepath...he was likely just barely an empath, but he understood in theory that which he had not been truly taught.  If she was sensitive...if she was the dragon he sought...she would pick up very quickly what he was about to try.  If not, then hopefully nothing bad happened.  It was a definite risk...a bold move considering he knew of at least three others were absolutely not Human...or at least, not entirely.<br/><br/>An image long held in his heart, mind, and soul came to the front of his thoughts.  It was the image of the night she saved him...an image only she would know of.  That part was easy, but the next step was to send her the image.  Not being a telepath of any kind; his idea was really reaching.  The very idea of him reaching her was pretty slim, but it had been that same desire which allowed him to sense her a couple of times.  Thus, it might not have been as stupid as some would have believed.  Chris only focused on the auburn haired woman...keeping hist attention focused solely on her.  HIs eyes narrowed as he concentrated...hoping it worked, and that he wasn't dead wrong about the woman.