The idea that there was someone in this town who was actual immortal had quickly brightened Madison's day. Considering there wasn't much for her to look forward to other than making the Starbucks barista cry, she was hoping that this was going to be all she was hoping it would.
The park in the late evening was the norm for meeting up to do weird stuff. Madison knew that. Probably a lot of other folks knew that, too. Madison didn't care one way or another, though. Not when she was determined to see this thing come to fruition.
"Wherever you get your supply from, it smells like shit," she said, approaching the bench he was seated on from the side. Giving him a thorough once over, Madison looked skeptical about the whole thing.
"So how many times if you died and come back? Whats it feel like?"