The following morning, Eve was woken up by the chirping of the birds that had perched near the trees of Vincent's office. When she tried to stretch her body, she winced in pain as her skin that was healing didn't allow it. Pushing herself from the couch, she noticed the sun's rays passing through the room's windows.
Vincent wasn't in the room, and Eve wondered where he had gone.
The last thing she remembered was Vincent drinking blood from her. Her hand touched her neck, recollecting the previous night. It felt like he had some sort of mental switch last night, and she had never seen him look at her like that before.
"Friends," Eve muttered before rolling her eyes.
