I parked in the first spot beside the building, wiggled the gearshift, applied the parking brake, and killed the Camaro. I couldn’t figure it out, but something was really off about him. XXX His shirt rose slightly to reveal a beautifully groomed, thick trail of hair leading downward. It’s a racial slur. He eyed me. “Just don’t say ‘blood’ or ‘vampire’ here. you got a girl?”Maaaaaaaaaan, what the fuck am I thinking, asking shit like that? Whoa, whoa, whoa—not almost like he was saying—he said it to me without moving his lips. My shot.”
He hesitated a moment, maintaining his posture and primordial gaze.
