Nathan and Demi - 6:15PM
“Hey now, I grew a beard. That’s change,” Nathan defended as he returned the hug. “Oh, and this,” he added as he took a step back and rolled up his shirt sleeve to show off the new scar on his arm. Maybe some people weren’t so quick to put their zombie bite scars on display, but it was easier to do that than answer how he was doing. Well, that, and he had never entirely given up on believing the old saying that ‘chicks dig scars’, and it was old habit to try and see if he’d get a different kind of response from Demi. She’d been real clear every time she shut him down.
“Where are you holin’ up these days? Never managed to rattle that outta Sav or Pete.” Or if either had told him he hadn’t kept track of the information. “You got yourself some queen bee digs, all zombie protected or are you livin’ it up at one of the other shelters?” He craned his neck and found and open table, then gestured for Demi to sit before he did.