Orpheus Gervaise; your best friend.

The two of you were vampires and had known each other since birth and, because you two have been alive for centuries, it's inevitable that some grabby historians have picked up your shit from years past. Now y'all go on heists to get your shit back from museums.

"Uh... Orpheus?" you said, holding up a centuries-old notebook with familiar handwriting that was under the 'Romance Through the Years' section.

His face went red.