Ashleigh had come to a sudden stop, eyes wide. The shock of seeing the vampire in the café was surreal. That night that he had saved her seemed like a scene in a movie-- or a dream. Sure, she did think when the phone rang it could be him, her heart skipped a beat, panicked that she would say the wrong thing or he would change his mind. When he hadn’t called, she thought that perhaps that was the case. But, here he was. Plain as day. Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her bag and her cheeks burned furiously. She wasn’t someone who usually worried about her appearance, but right now she was grateful for the change of clothes; though, she wished that she had picked a nicer pair. Not that it seemed like Wes took notice of it. His clear blue eyes seemed warm, smiling at her. It was as if she were the only person in the room. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time-- the fact that someone would only have eyes for her.
She looked down for a moment, trying to will the blush to fade from her face before her eyes met his again. A smile turned up the corners of her lips and “No. I mean, no boundaries pushed.” She shook her head, hoping that she wouldn’t make a fool of herself with Wes here now. “Dinner sounds good. Great. Great even.” Ashleigh let out a small, nervous laugh. “You’ve saved me from a frozen dinner.” For a moment, she forgot about the vampire part. But, she didn’t forget for long. What places would serve him? Were there actual restaurants that served blood? Or did they just have willing donors? She could ask him later, now was not the time or the place.