Coby followed, figuring his laughter was enough of an invitation to join him. Oh, and he had a truck. She was a sucker for trucks, and truck beds, almost as much as she was a sucker for electronics. Though she’d never have one, she sure liked men who owned one. Her dad had one when she was younger, and she’d always appreciated it.
“Yeah, ‘m not a big fan of cities. I’m originally from South Carolina, liked it a lot out there. More jobs ‘round here though.” She said, glancing at his hands. Oh, she got to sit on the truck. This was turning out to be a great night. Coby sat her drink and popcorn down on the bed of the truck. She took a cautious step onto his hand with one food, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder. Muscular, Coby noted. She had already figured he was a vamp, but seeing the fangs gave her a little thrill. She didn’t mind letting her body brush against his as she stepped up into the bed of the truck, then waiting for him to see where they would sit.