Elena Michaels & Jem
Not many people could handle two burgers in a row like Elena could, but werewolves were exceptional creatures, weren't they? Even without the fur and fangs, she possessed a hardy appetite, especially when it came to anything of the meat variety. She'd just about polished off the last of her second burger when she noticed a young man near her. A smell or two could reveal a different, distinct identity, but Elena could not put her finger exactly on it. After all, there were many different species in this town, wasn't there? She imagined if he was special, there was a good chance he could have sensed that she was not entirely human either and well, it had nothing to do with jamming two burgers down her throat.
He greeted her in a British accent and the blond offered a smile. "Good Afternoon," she replied, taking a sip from her wine cooler. "I don't think we have met before. I'm Elena. Elena Michaels," she replied, offering a hand for him to shake.