Thus far, Christina had caught eight in the establishment with a lack of breathing. The other six were most likely human or they put enough effort in breathing regularly to not stand out too much, like Christina did herself. However, most vampires, especially the younger ones, tended to be pride instead of cautious about their special nature so she was rather sure that there were currently six humans in The Burlesque. She elegantly raised her arm to catch the attention from one of the waiters and order some fresh blood. Only six emotional jammers... That'd be doable. With a charming smile and a fast pace, it only took the waiter a few minutes to get her a drink. She was just about to take a sip when a new customer entered the bar. He was relatively small although he'd still be half a head taller than Christina. With his black hair and olive skin, he possessed all the distinctive features of an Italian except for his blue eyes. Christina unconsciously spun her glass around in her hand, creating a small whirlpool of blood as she studied the man. He was dressed like an Italian too, with a smart suit emphasizing his build. He most likely was either very aware of his roots or he had come to The Burlesque right after work. Christina suspected it was the latter. Her suspicions were confirmed when he said 'Grazie' to one of the staff.

Italy... She had lived in Italy for almost a decade herself, but that was over a hundred years ago. Italy was where she had bought her precious violin, in the small town which was now ruined by the 2012 earthquake. Whatever memory she´d reminisce about, there would always the shadow of things that happened later looming over it. She let out a small sight of frustration. Just like focussing on her breathing, sighing somehow always managed to let her relieve some stress. She took a sip of her blood and made an uncharacteristically impulsive decision. 

She slowly got up from her table and walked over to the table where the Italian-looking guy had seated himself. Christina sat down on the chair in front of him, put her drink down on the table leaf and smiled at him in a charming but slightly forced way. "Excuse me if I'm wrong but it seems to me as if you are from Italian descent. From what part of Italy are you exactly?" She tried her best to sound like a nineteen-year-old, but she didn't exactly succeed, as usual.