Sick of the rain, sick of the darkness and sick of being cooped up inside because he was too scared to venture out into the darkness by himself, one Sidney Jenkins had finally mustered up enough courage to brave the vampire infested streets without the watchful eye of his friend, Bart. If he could even call him that. To be honest, throughout the weeks he had been in Los Angeles he had managed to refrain from thinking of anyone back home. Sure there was Tony, or Damien or whatever the bloody Hell he wanted to be called and that was enough for him. Because a girlfriend who shags random men in Scotland isn't worth the thought at all.
However lost in thought he may have been, he wasn't completely unaware of his surroundings. Up ahead, a familiar over-dressed figure with unruly blonde hair. Cassie. Or.. some girl who looked like her. It reminded him of when she was following him around town that night except it would seem he was now following her. With a glance in either direction to see if anyone was going to jump out and have his neck for dinner, he followed after her at a quick pace. When he thought he had reached a good distance in which he could call out to her without looking like a total desperate git, he spoke up reluctantly. "..Cass?"