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She eyes him cautiously. Her gaze is suspicious and it really doesnât suit her. Sheâs at her best and truest when she smiles and is trusting. But thatâs always been one of the things about suffering, its corrupting, damaging and its taking its toll on her.
âIch dachte, dass es ein hĂŒbscher Name warâŠ" She admitted, glancing down to her feet. "Wollten Sie etwas, wĂ€hrend Sie hier waren?â
Sheâd have to run again, she realized. Even if she hadnât built up the funds yet to make a move easier. Sheâd have to just make do. But she was getting good at that too.
Why would a girl like her need to wear a fake name tag? And why, more importantly, was it important that he not tell? Alaric certainly knew how to keep a secret--he had many of his own. But that doesn't make him any less curious.
"Es klingt wie der Name einer alten Frau." He isn't trying to be rude. Martin always told him that he needed to work on his people skills. Alaric was, without trying to be, incredibly acidic at times. His words were edgy, but it was only because when he spoke it was almost always rather blunt.
"Kaffee. Und haben Sie eine besondere? Ich werde die besondere." He had secrets of his own--the shirt stained red to the skin hidden under his coat reminded him of that.
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It had been one of the busy nights in the diner. Groups coming as fast as they were going. Bianca hadnât been able to keep track of everyone who came, just hurrying to each table as soon as she got the chance too.
"Hullo, how can I help you thi-" The words stopped along with her smile as she recognized the face. Her gaze drifting guiltily to the plastic nametag pinned to her shirt with the name âMargueriteâ sprawled across it instead of âBiancaâ.
Looking back up she only managed a quiet. âVersprechen Sie nicht zu erzĂ€hlen?â
Alaric was tired, sore, and  the only thing hiding his blood stained clothes was the long trench-coat he wore. He and Martin had gone after a hoarde of vampires alone in an abandoned subway--it wasn't easy, since using light as a weapon was out of the question and there was limited space. Still, Alaric knew that they were good enough at their jobs to complete the task.
Unfazed by it all (no one understood how he worked so casually), he told Martin he'd stay in town and find a hotel for the night. But first, coffee. The first diner he found looked like it would do just the trick. Then, to his disbelief, he sees the German girl he found not long ago--Bianca.
Except her nametag says Marguerite. He knows what her name is. It's Bianca.
He raised his eyebrows innocently. "Das werde ich nicht , aber ich denke, Marguerite ist ein hÀsslicher name."