The quiet that had settled in the club was broken as the door to the building opened and a tall man slipped into the confines of the club.  He seemed to let his gaze pass over the others before he stepped a little closer and his eyes landed on her face.  She frowned a little, because the man seemed really familiar and he was staring her down.  Where did she know him from?<br/><br/>And then it dawned on her.  It had been so long ago that she almost didn't recognize or remember him.  Or at least to her, it had seemed long ago...back when she had normalcy, back when she thought she was human.  Before her parents were killed, before she had lost everything.  It was like a reminder of what her life once was.<br/><br/>She blinked a little, snapping herself out of her thoughts, realizing that she had been staring, then realizing he had been staring too.  Infact, the staring had been obvious enough to draw the attention of the other patrons.  As he got closer, he leaned into the bar and her senses prickled a little.  She ignored them though and let a smile curve her full lips.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm sure it will be on the weekend, it usually is.  But it's still earlier yet as well.  It's not my bar, but my friend put me in charge for a couple of weeks."  She hesitated for a moment and moved a little closer to the spot he sat at the bartop.  She tilted her head and leaned into the bar a little, the movement causing her hair to shift forward around her shoulders as she narrowed her eyes.  "Is your name by any chance Marek?"  She asked, the curiousity gnawing at her.