We'd waste our weeks beneath the sun Who: Grayson Mudali and Nikita Vostrikova When: Afternoonish Where: Cherryblossom Place
All things considered, Grayson was one of the best tenants a landlord could ask for. Granted, he was up at all hours simply because he couldn't sleep, but he was never the one blaring loud music or hosting parties every single night. Gray was a businessman, and for the most part he kept to himself. Azrael had, of course, offered to pay for his residence, and provide him with a decent enough place to call home, but he'd wanted to pick out the place himself. He'd moved to Scarlet Oak because of his job, this was true, but he had enough money to have pretty much whatever he wanted. Hence the reason why there was a Maserati sitting out front of Cherryblossom Place most days. There was no point in settling for anything less than the best, in Grayson's opinion, and what good was money if you didn't spend it every now and then?
Still, he had not had reason to have more than a few brief conversations in passing with the complex's landlord, Nikita. He knew the woman was a vampire, of course, though he could not recall of what house. It probably didn't matter so much in the long run, but still, sometimes he found himself curious. Parking his car, Grayson was tucking his keys into his pocket when he saw the turquois-eyed woman leaving. He offered her a wave and a smile. He had a few hours before he planned to be at Heme, and he should know his landlord. Right? "Afternoon, Miss Vostrikova," he said, nodding his head in her direction.