This morning, I went to a nearby café to read some novel and grab a Latte with almond milk. There was a guy sitting two tables from me, he was eating a bowl of salad and reading a thick book with leather cover. I can’t help but stared at his pale skin and the veins on his hands. I think he noticed me staring at him, so he looked up and gave me a smile, revealing his fang like canines behind his lips. From the first sight I can already tell, this guy is a
I didn’t have the courage to go talk to him, I went home after I finished a chapter of my novel. For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about that man.
