Lyle was sitting in the front corner of the cafe, the corner people rarely look. He was sipping his tea when the kid walked in. Normally a teenager wouldn't attract his attention, but this kid was using an umbrella on a sunny day. The kid stopped inside the door and looked around as he closed his umbrella. When their eyes met the kid's open wide in shock, but only for a brief second before looking away.
Lyle leaned back and closed his eyes. He started going through all the memories the Sight reminded him of when he saw the kid. His name was Ethan, around twelve years old and a vampire. Ethan had been hit by a bus about a year ago. A very old vampire by the name of Tompson saw the accident, felt bad for the boy, and changed him.
"I can't See you," Ethan said, sitting down silently beside Lyle, "Which means you're either a vampire or a ..."
"Can't I be both?" Lyle interrupted. He looked over at the kid, "Aren't you a little young to be drinking coffee?" There is a resemblance. Doesn't mean I have to like it.
"Heh, how befitting, you sound like my father. I'm plenty old enough to be drinking coffee. It's just a ruse anyways, same as you're doing."
"What I'm doing is not a ruse kid, I happen to still enjoy the taste of tea. Especially now that I can't burn my tongue on the damned hot nectar."
They sat in uneasy silence, watching the people interact around them, oblivious of the deadly presence in the room. Lyle finished his coffee and stood up, "Let Tompson know that I'll be stopping by later to see my son." With that, Lyle donned his hat and walked out the door, leaving Ethan stunned in his corner seat.
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