Anita sits at her desk with her coffee cooling in front of her, her legs crossed and with a very careful look of polite professionalism on her face. She's annoyed. But she doesn't want her client to know that. Potential client. Terrible. The clock on the wall behind her ticks evenly, causing the silence between them to feel oppressive.
The tacky pattern of his shirt really isn't interesting enough for Anita to justify focusing her eyes on it, but it beats looking into his eyes. Rule number one: never look a vampire in the eyes. Even newbie two years dead vampires whose funeral you attended. You can never be too cautious.