Nyaira stared after the human girl until Alex spoke. She gave a long, sad sigh, her face overly animated. “Don’t be so hasty, [i]mon ami.[/i]” She exchanged the Southern drawl for her more natural general American accent. She reached across the table and took one of the thick-cut fries from Victoria’s abandoned plate.
	“I was thinking about you the other day, and thought I’d drop in,” she said casually. She flipped her feathery hair over her shoulder with a seductive flick of her free hand. “Quite an interesting [i]friend[/i] you have. You still [i]hanging out[/i] with humans,” she scowled, her voice too low for human ears to eavesdrop on, “or did I scare off your next meal? Which is a new one, I must say.” She popped the fry in her mouth and looked to the door again with suspicious curiosity.