It was just Alan and me, and of course, our parents sitting behind the counter, asleep on drugs. I was taking inventory of the store, Alan was arranging the new comics that arrived, when the door bell rang indicating that someone had entered. I didn't look at who is was, because the store is on the promenade and there are always tourists here, They came and some stole the comics and others paid for them, but it didn't matter anymore. I didn't care until I saw a boy with curly blonde hair next to a girl with curly black hair, I carefully approached them and looked at them, or rather, looked at the girl

You're interested in vampires, huh?

I asked with a serious but interested tone at the same time, I had never seen her here, from the way she and the boy dressed, I assumed they were from the city, prisoners of fashion, people without... personality.