“That’s a very…eclectic mix,” Justin said with a small chuckle, thrusting his hands into the confines of his pockets as they continued to walk. ”Though I may have shamed myself for forgetting ‘Spaceballs.’ Though, ‘Young Frankenstein’ is a classic. You don’t get much good comedy these days.” Did he dare mention he had no idea what ‘Hot Fuzz’ was? Wait, why hold back? It wasn’t like he was trying to impress this girl or anything. No. “And I’ve no idea, absolutely none whatsoever about ‘Hot Fuzz.’ ”
He stopped for a moment, putting a pause on their conversation… fuck. Justin could hear his heartbeat in his ears as his senses narrowed in on Kira. His hands clenched into fists as he closed his eyes for a moment. She was a werewolf. First decent person he had actually had a conversation with was a werewolf. She wasn’t like Ana—who scared the ever living crap out of him. Though, for some reason, he kept her card in his wallet. Strictly as an ‘in case’ precaution. The young woman was bouncy and full of life, but didn’t seem to mention anything about it. She didn’t purposefully sit on him because he was like her, it was all an accident. Who was he to run away for the second time from someone who was like him? He could get through it. Kira wasn’t the werewolf that tore his friends to bits, and even if it was a one time thing, at least he would get a decent (hopefully, fingers and toes crossed) record shop to go to in the city.