The presence of another was unmistakable as a man about her own age, perhaps a little older sat opposite her. Sloane moved her legs to accommodate him, not bothering to glance up as this always invited unwelcome conversation and at this hour that was the last thing she wanted. A slender hand moved up to push some hair behind her ear as she continued to read her book. It was an old favourite of course and one she always carried with her, it didn't matter that she must have read it now about twenty times. The characters were brilliantly written as to almost seem alive though they were very much dead being vampires. The book was the Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice and so immersed she was in the trials and tribulations of Louis at the hands of Lestat that she slid herself down into the seat as if she were comfortably at home, tucked into her armchair.<br/><br/>Her legs that she had earlier uncrossed for his benefit, she began to cross again only to kick the man in the knee as she did so. Sloane sat up instantly and looked at the man for the first time. A deep apologetic look was etched upon her beautiful face as she gazed at him. He was handsome and the realization of it startled her for a moment, when she did at last find her voice it sounded soft like a caress.<br/><strong>"I am so sorry, I didn't mean too..."</strong>sitting up straight again she sat with her legs planted firmly on the ground crossed at the ankles instead. A blush had scorched her features as she had looked at him but once the apology had been made she hurriedly opened her book again having the distinct feeling that he had been staring at her.