John just stared at her for a moment. He didn’t recognize her face, he didn’t recognize her voice but her scent caused a reaction in him that he had never felt with a person that he didn’t even know. Had he met her on a drunken stupor one night? She didn’t look like the type that would hang out in a bar with someone who was plastered. Was she some one night stand that had slipped his mind…she was being rather nice if that were the case.
He tilted his head to the side as she asked about his health and the full moon. They were odd things that a stranger would just say to someone but to him they did have significance. “I’m much better…” He said, being vague on purpose because he normally wouldn’t talk about his lycanthropy in public. “I’m glad you stayed in. You never know what’s out there.”