Unlike Stan, Rebekah had experienced many Sunday mornings, more than she probably should have. Being a vampire and a vampire with a daylight ring, Rebekah was gifted with the ability to witness as many days and nights as possible. She'd used them and abused them too. Still, sometimes, she found herself walking, aimlessly through the park and thinking far too much.
That was when she spotted him, clearly pale, and the distinct smell of blood coming from the mug in his hand. Well, well, wasn't this interesting. Oh and he had a ring. Walking over in knee high boots, Rebekah folded her arms upon her chest and studied him curiously.
"Nice ring you have there," Rebekah commented, with a nod towards his pale hand.