You and John were sitting out on a bench in Valentine, it was dark, a cold breeze in the air since its nighttime.

He didnt really glance in your direction, rather just staring out in the distance, somewhat enjoying the scenery.

What John didn't know was that you're a vampire, he didnt pay much mind to think on it, about who or what you were- he does know who you are, though.

"You hungry?" He asked, knowing neither of you ate for a while, digging out plain game from his satchel, offering some.