Brian, Ellie, and Open - 4-Seat Booth
Her eyes dropped to the marks. She resisted reaching out to touch them as if that could make them better or erase them from his skin. “I don’t think that you would,” she admitted. “I…I was almost eaten by a vampire,” she explained, keeping her voice down. “And I don’t know much about werewolves.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to know, but it had never come up in conversation before. She also didn’t want to stereotype him or pigeonhole Brian into the media’s view of what that was like.
Instead, she smiled. “Can I tell you a secret now?”