Without thinking, Solenne had told Beatrix to meet him at the coffee shop Mia worked out. Agreeing to a time and place, the old vampire hung up the phone. He drew a long breath in and sighed softly, his mind racing through what he may have just done. He stood up and began pacing up and down the length of his grand piano.

“Ok Solenne” he muttered as he paced “You have just invited an old friend you had a long standing tryst with…” another long breath in and sigh “who likes looking like she just stepped out of a soft-core men mag” the breath in was stuttered gently “to the cafe that your shy, quiet, and innocent soulmate works at” thin fingers when to his temple and rubbed, as if to shake all the cobwebs from his old mind. The pressure brought a welcome sense of clarity for the aged vampire. A shake of the head and the clarity became a solution. This was not going to end up like the last time Trixy and he met up. He rolled his shoulders and looked himself over in a mirror as he left. He smirked at the beanie, long sleeve black shirt and jeans he had on. A pair of glasses and he would be the atypical hipster sitting in coffee houses striving to be the next Shakespeare. The vampire stepped out of the door and made his way quickly to the cafe. 

Beatrix was not a hard person to spot in amongst the cafe patrons. Nor were the stares of jealous women and horny men. Solenne could not help but smirk and shake his head gently as he sat across from his old fling. His head cocked to the side as he took her in, the black hair and pale skin. She wouldn't ever change. He on the other hand seemed to take more to the current styles, such was the way of the Elders of the city. 

“Good morning, Beatrix” he said, his voice polite as ever. His eyes flicked over to the counter, a brief look of disappointment flickering across his features as he saw someone else working the counter. His crimson eyes scanned across the waitresses, catching the glance of a familiar set for a briefest second before the owner dashed into the kitchen. The bad feeling Solenne had in his throat suddenly became a stone in the pit of his stomach “Ohhhh...no….” he said softly, unaware he had verbalized his thought as head dropped on to his arm with a soft thud “Got any spare stakes there Trixy?”