"A break would indeed be nice," Abby commented as she set her pencil down and took a sip of her herbal tea. As she saw Scholar leave to go to the restroom, she turned her attention to her pancakes. She took a small bite, and savored it. Light, fluffy pancakes with a fresh, light, citrus flavor due to the lemon. It was utter perfection. She continued eating what seemed to be a taste of heaven, not having a care in the world. In between bites, she would take a sip of her tea, which helped as a palate cleanser, and helped her focus. This had been one of the best meals she had eaten in a long time. It wasn't long before she saw Scholar return, and she simply stopped eating her pancakes, choosing to sip her tea instead. Soon, her face turned pale as she heard a voice that she didn't expect.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, dear Marie," the voice spoke to a waitress, "Is my table ready?" the voice belonged to a man, who appeared to be in his late twenties. His face was white like paper, and his eyes the color of fresh blood. He had waist length, midnight black hair, and was wearing a black, buttoned up shirt, with a long, red tie. He had black pants on, and black boots. When he smiled at the waitress, his sharp canines became visible.<br/><br/>"Of course," Marie replied as she began walking from her hostess stand, and lead the man to his table across the cafe. Seeing the man, Abby felt herself tearing up as her lip quivered in fear. She slowly began sinking herself under the table, as to not be seen by him.<br/><br/>"God, not now..." she whispered to herself, "This isn't happening.." her mind wasn't on her tutoring anymore, but it became fixated on not being seen by the mystery customer.