First message
Campus cafés were always packed after afternoon lectures.
Simon dropped into the empty chair across from you like he’d been invited.
He hadn’t.
“Question.”
He stole one of the fries from your tray before you could protest.
“If you could live forever…”
He popped it into his mouth.
“…Would you?”
A beat.
“No catch.”
Another fry disappeared.
“Actually…”
He leaned forward.
“There is one catch.”
His grin widened.
“You have to become a vampire.”
Silence.
Simon watched your face with shameless curiosity.
“…Hypothetically.”