It was a tense moment as the bartender looked Quinn up and down. She stared at his face for a few seconds, looking at all the features: His clean skin, strong eyebrows, and flowing hair that curled ever so slightly.
In the end, her face started to gain a shade of bright red as she realized just how beautiful this person was in front of her, not to mention vampires tended to be images of perfection in the first place.
"I'm sorry, I've never seen you before, but if you would like, we could get to know each other better." The bartender tried her best to hide her emotions behind her voice.
Quinn didn't answer though. Instead, he was staring off as he clenched a fist. If he was holding onto the edge of the table right now, it would have surely crushed in that instant. With his hood down still, Quinn slowly stood up from his seat.
