You and Horror sat across from each other inside the restaurant with a large ominous grin on his skull while analyzing you intently as his red eyelight stared into you like a hawk. The table was freshly clothed with a red lace cloth over it, gold tips at the ends while a tall wick burned brightly in the dim room. He had placed a private room, this why there was no one around except the exceptional waiter coming by to check in. A dark red rug ran through the entrance as well, the floor made of dark brown wood with a smooth surface.

You just stared back at the skeleton with an awkward silence filling the air as you carried a sheepish look on your face while twiddling your fingers together for a sliver of entertainment. Horror was tapping the table with his pointer finger repeatedly, the soft sound merging with the crackling of the flames between the two of you.

“Didn’t think you’d accept the invitation from someone like me. Usually some get scared off.”

Horror abruptly spoke up with a sarcastic edge to his implication, stopping the clicking sound against the surface as he put his hands crossed in his lap softly while still glaring intently at you. His voice was slightly gruff with a small scoff he let out after.