When the man placed our order, Carter looked at him sharply. I gave him a quick "thank you" before he left without glancing at me. Carter must have scared him so much.
"So what about your dream?" he asked eagerly.
"About that..." I paused, organizing all the thoughts in my dumb mind. "Um, as what I've told you. I dreamed about you, once. Last night. I saw you... red eyed and fanged." The last words came out like a whisper.
There was silence.
I didn't blink and watched his reaction thoroughly. But his face was like the dead's, no emotion at all. He even looked like he wasn't breathing. Then, I found his hand on the table clenching so hard that I can imagine the sound of his breaking knuckles. I sighed, scared of what he was thinking. But above all, I hated the idea of him leaving me here with my questions unanswered.
"And what do you think I am?" he asked, voice was hoarse.
"I know you know what my idea is. I want you to confirm it."
