Perhaps no one has noticed it, or it is more a selffulfilling prophecy than a real fact, but Chris is always closely in touch with clan Daeva. One way or another. It all started very early. He met his Sire during a holiday at a nightclub in San Francisco, of all places. The girl was irresponsible, and not your typical Mekhet. That is probably what got her killed.
Then soon, a local Daeva Acolyte took him under her protection. Lily. My dear mentor. Without her, Chris would be ash. She also taught him that life is not all about gathering knowledge, a Requiem doesn't have to be filled with research. He took that advise to his occasionally beating heart.
Now let's not mention Allison Black.
Juan Cordoba and Vivian York rather, they also offer distractions from his academic life. Juan, although he doesn't know it, reinvigorated the Shadow's interest in art and men's fashion. Vivian, she's already amazing for all different kinds of reasons. And yet, there are more mysteries to discover. It was about time Chris brought his two Daeva friends together.
Now the moment is here. It's 2015. The time of wearing a lumberjack shirt and saying "I look hot" is long gone, so at the Sacramento shopping center Chris awaits two people with exquisite taste. It is up to them where they go exactly, but this seems like a good starting point. He stands at a planned meeting point, wearing an all black outfit, as usual. Not unimportant, he can unbutton the shirt time and time again to try new clothes on without messing up his hair.
Yes, I can be a bit vain. But I have to keep up my appearance, right?