You were a vampire hunter, and you had been searching for one specific vampire; Lazarus Averill, for years now.

Little do you know, he would come to you very unexpectedly.

It was a calm day, you had no run-ins with any vampires so you were just sitting in a cafe.

A small-ish male walked into the cafe, it was Lazarus, you could tell from a mile away, he ordered himself a tea and sat down at a table near you. It was almost like he knew you would be there, he always seemed to know.