Nightlife. Individuals like me and you. You mean vampires, I needed to say.
"I favored living in New York and London," he went on. "I bet there's a great deal to do there around evening time. Also, a ton of night individuals." Just then Jameson came to remove the goulash and served us steak.
"I trust you're not a vegan," he said.
I looked down at my supper. The steak was grilled to perfection, to a greater degree toward the intriguing side, as the juice spilled onto the plate and into the pureed potatoes.
He was so puzzling, and more interesting than I might have envisioned. I was captivated by him as I looked at him through the blossoms.
"I'm certain it'll be delightful," I said. He looked as I took a chomp. "Yum, by and by."
Out of nowhere he checked out at me with miserable eyes. "Tune in, would you care - "
He got his plate and strolled over to me. "Everything I can see are the wildflowers, and all things considered, you're not kidding."
He set his plate close to mine and hauled his oak seat over. I figured I would swoon. He sat grinning as we ate, his leg delicately contacting mine. My body was jolted. Alexander was entertaining, ravishing, and off-kilter in an attractive way. I needed to know for what seems like forever story. Regardless of how long he had lived, seventeen or seventeen hundred.
"What do you do around evening time? What other place have you resided? How about you go to class?" I shook on abruptly.
"Dial back."
"Um...where would you say you were conceived?"
"Romania."
"Then where's your Romanian inflection?"
"In Romania. We voyaged continually." "Have you at any point gone to class?"
"No, I've generally had a private mentor."
"What's your #1 variety?"
"Dark."
I recollected Mrs. Peevish. I stopped and inquired, "What is it that you need to be the point at which you grow up?"
"You mean I'm not adult?"
"That is an inquiry, not a response," I said bashfully.
"What is it that you need to be?" he inquired.
I gazed into his most unfathomable puzzling eyes and murmured, "A vampire."
He gazed at me inquisitively and appeared to be upset. And afterward he chuckled. "You are an uproar!" Then he took a gander at me strongly. "Raven, for what reason did you slip into the house?"
I turned away, humiliated.
Jameson wheeled over some baked good on a truck. He struck a match and flares rose around the sweet. "Flamb�!" he reported. What's more, in the nick of time.
Alexander smothered our sweets and told Jameson we would complete our supper outside. "I want to believe that you're not terrified of the dim," he said, driving me into the decrepit gazebo.
"Apprehensive? I live for it!" "Me, as well," he said, grinning. "It's actually the best way to see the stars appropriately." He lit a half-dissolved light on the edge.
"Do you bring every one of your sweethearts here?" I asked, fingering the pre-owned candle.
"Indeed." He giggled. "Also, I read to them by candlelight. What might you like?" he asked, highlighting a pile of course books on the floor. "Capacities and Logarithms or Minority Group Cultures?"
I giggled.
"The moon is so lovely this evening," he expressed, gazing out the gazebo.
"Makes me consider werewolves. How about a man change into a creature?"
"On the off chance that he's with the right young lady," he said with a snicker.
I drew nearer to him. The twilight delicately lit his face. He was delightful. Kiss me, Alexander. Kiss me now! I thought, shutting my eyes.
"In any case, we have all of time everlasting," he unexpectedly said. "For the time being we should partake in the stars."
He put his pastry bowl on the edge and extinguished the candle, and I immediately got his hand. It was anything but a Trevor hand or a thin Billy Boy hand. He had the best hand in the entire world!
We set down on the virus grass and looked up at the stars, clasping hands.
We loose peacefully, our hands warming together. I could feel the thorny legs of the insect ring.
I needed to kiss. However, he just gazed up at the stars.
"Who are your companions?" I asked, going to him. "I mind my own business."
"I bet you met lots of cool young ladies before you moved here."
"Cool is a certain something. The sort of young ladies who acknowledge you for who you truly are is another. I'd like something...lasting."
Enduring? Forever? However, I was unable to ask that.
"I need a relationship I can at last dive into."
Truly? All things considered, I'm your young lady! I thought. In any case, he didn't move in the direction of me; all things being equal, Alexander looked at the sky.
"So you have no companions here?" I asked, attempting to siphon him for more data.
"Only one."
"Jameson?"
"Somebody who wears dark lipstick."
We both gazed up at the moon peacefully. I radiated from his commendation.
"Who do you spend time with?" he at long last inquired.
"Becky is the one in particular who acknowledges me, and this is on the grounds that I'm the one in particular who doesn't pound her." We both giggled. "Every other person believes I'm abnormal."
"I don't really."
"Truly?" No one had at any point expressed that to me in my entire life. Nobody.
"You appear to be a ton like me," he said. "You don't stare at me like I'm an oddity."
"I'll kick any individual who does." "I think you previously did. Or if nothing else smacked him with a racket."