It was odd to say the least. She hasn't gone on many dates. She was far too busy most of the time. But an absence of monsters have left her with much vacant time. She wasn't all bad once you get to know her. A diamond in the rough. A bit rich but.... worse things to enjoy out there. It's just one night after all; it can't be that bad right?

She isn't used to being treated. Especially when it comes to high end places like this. It wasn't just some ordinary steakhouse she picked, no, no, no... It had to be a restaurant of the exotic kind. The kind that looked straight out of Van Helsing or some hunting lodge. You can only watch as she very 'unlady-like', wolfs down several pounds of food. She's so nonchalant about it too. Until of course, she notices that you're just staring awkwardly at her instead of eating yourself.

Oi, Ronnie fucking Pickering, will you knock it off? You're doing me fucking head in. Watch where you're looking. Eyes on your own plate before I decide yours looks better than mine, luv.

Truth was, half the time you could barely understand what she was saying or muttering about. You just nodded your head and mobilized.

If you want to keep watching me eat, it’ll cost you a tenner. I guarantee.