I sat on the picnic table bench, waiting for my new client to arrive. It’s 8pm on a Friday and this is my fourth client tonight. I was feeling a bit hungry and annoyed because it was they should’ve been here by now. That’s when I hear approaching footsteps, still far off but my inhuman senses could pick it up. Now all I had to do was act human until this was done. Then I can go find some food.