Once his change was returned, Booth was on the move again to find a table to claim as theirs. He finally found one by the window, watching the traffic go by outside.
"It could be a novel," he started as he put the number down on the edge of the table. Booth propped his chin up on his hand as he regarded her. "Besides finding out what goes bump in the night really exists, I made friends with a woman named Abigail Whistler. We've kind of teamed up because hell if I knew anyone when I first got here," he replied.
After a second of thought, the look became a scowl. "And apparently, there's a psychotic, evil vampire running around out there that looks exactly like me. Of a twin proportion."