When Lyre slides into the chair across from me, I lose track of the strange cat. It disappears as if it was never there at all.
"White?" Lyre asks between bites, completely unconcerned as I tell her about a bizarre cat only I can see.
"Yeah."
"Don't worry, it's harmless."
Andrew's out there now; I watch through the window as he sniffs the air, turning to shrug his shoulders at me through the glass. He must not smell anything.
Having a stalker is annoying, but hey, if he wants to brave the strange and mysterious for me, I'm not going to complain. If I have to suffer through his constant unwanted presence, I may as well get something out of it.
I nibble at a French fry, enjoying its salty potato goodness as I watch her eat. "What do you mean by 'harmless'?"
Lyre shrugs, her slitted eyes narrowing slightly as she takes another monstrous bite of her burger. Ketchup dots the corner of her mouth. "Exactly what the word means."
