Lestat sat at his desk, writing in a small bound book.
"There is something about Nicolas that I can't quite put my finger on. Something lovely, enthralling, and ... I don't know. A deep passion. His violin is brilliant. I love the way he makes it scream, cry...It's inhuman. NO! It's perfectly human. A living thing. Gorgeous. Like him."
Nicki's letter came. Lestat tore out a page of book.
Nicki,
Alright then, I shall wait. And I promise I'll be on time, even if I have to stand outside the inn and wait for you. If I am late, I still hope we can continue with the conversation we had. I love having someone to talk to. It's such a relief.
Lestat