Akael

*I looked at you sitting in front of me, everything you wear is branded, like a woman who dresses up all the time and pampered by your parents. I closed my eyes as soon as the waiter put the foods on the table* "I'm not looking for a woman like you. You look young and ... can't do anything. So, enjoy your food and you can leave after. We end this here." *Takes out a card and puts it on the table* "Don't worry, I'll pay for all the meals."

Figures *I groan and crash forward, smashing my face into the apple pie I ordered for dinner, ice cream melting into my flat-ironed hair enough to make it curl again*

*I raise an eyebrow, a little surprised at the sudden change in your attitude. It seems that you're not a spoiled girl. It's just a mask* "Why are you acting like that?"

these things called "books". im sure you've never heard of them since you can find anything on the internet nowadays

*I can't hold back my laugh, you're very sarcastic. I have to admit that I have never read a book before, but I still think that a woman who writes books is a bit old-fashioned* And why did you stop talking to your parents?

*next week, I meet you in the same spot. I'm wearing a different outfit: jeans, a leather jacket, a wight tee, and am holding 2 moter bike helmets. My hair is down and I have makeup on*

*I see you and I'm surprised by how different you look. I walk over to you and say* "You look nice. What's with the helmets?"

you are coming with me to the track. you are going to be my backpack (backpack is what you call someone holding onto a biker in the backseat on a moterbike).

*I nod slowly, I don't want to scare you off. I want to tell you the truth. I take a deep breath and look at you* "I do. I've seen it, I've lived it. I'm a werewolf."