Cassandra was getting a subtle hint that the guy didn't like vampires. She could sympathize, but this was hardly the appropriate setting. He clearly had no interest in playing the politics that vampires carried with them everywhere they went. 

Good for him, in a way. After her morning with Dominique, she didn't think she had any room to talk, in any case. 

He turned his back on her after the Starag boy gave him a slip of paper with(she presumed) a phone number. Probably he didn't like people looking at his phone screen. Maybe he had an embarrassing lock screen. 

[color=f26522]"I'm Cassandra, by the way. I suppose I'll be seeing you."[/color]

Lunch was coming up, and she left him to his devices so she could join the crowd.

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Of course, she had forgotten that the vampires would be here too. 

Dominique was all too easy to spot, and she felt she couldn't afford the perceived offense of ignoring him. Not right now, anyway.

Steeling herself for the worst, she got her lunch(some roast beef and mashed potatoes with green beans) and strode up to him. She put her tray down and sat across from him without invitation. 

[color=f26522]"Good evening,"[/color] she said, as naturally as she could. [color=f26522]"That's the appropriate way to greet someone on a night schedule, right? I haven't had any proper examples tonight."[/color] A subtle allusion to the way he had tried to get her attention when she first got up. 

And now, very important, she had to remind him why he needed her, and placate him as best she could at the same time  

[color=f26522]"If you're hungry - er, thirsty? - we can find a private place to feed. Maybe we should have this morning, had things not gotten so, um, heated." [/color]

She might have laid it on thick. The slight hesitance could come off as disarming, but she wasn't sure that's what she wanted to do with him. 

[@Leslie Hall]