"Good evening, Sookie," he replied in his slow Southern style, his eyes fixed upon her, as if nothing else in the world existed. And for him, nothing did. Just Sookie Stackhouse, the waitress who'd saved his life and stolen his heart.
If he could, he'd surely turn back time. He would undo what he had done. Not coming to Bon Temps, not that part, but the secrecy. And the lack of honesty. Especially once he'd become entangled with her, and knew that he actually felt something for her, she was more than a mission given him to accomplish by the vampire queen herself.
"I'd like the usual, please." He cast his eyes about the bar, sensing a strange presence. He spotted him right off. The nervous looking one, sitting in Sookie's section. Unconsciously, his lip curled back into a sneer, wondering if he was going to have to challenge the wolf in order to get him to keep his distance from his Sookie.
Funny how even now he still thought of her that way.