There was something about her, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. She wasn't a vampire, not a werewolf, not a ghost. Mitchell frowned, and nodded. She was good looking, that much he couldn't deny.
"Mitchell," he said, omitting his given name. He reached up to scratch the back of his neck. He glanced back to the door, then looked at her again. She was certainly easy on the eye.
"I'm not exactly sure why I'm here." He only knew he wanted to kiss her. Right now.