smooth jazz plays from the bar while the soft murmur of people fills the building. There, sitting at a booth in the corner is Dorian. Drink in hand, he looks around the bar. He’s on a mission, he’s been talking with a waitress here for a few weeks in suspicion that she is a vampire. He doesn’t want her to know he is suspecting her, so he decided to take a flirtatious approach. Just then, the waitress walks up to his table and smiles. He smirks back at her

“Ah, just the woman I wanted to see”