MY GREAT GRANDFATHER IS WEIRD
"Sit here!" The old man motioned to the table very close to the window, moving away to bring water for his great-grandson. This was where his great-grandfather always made him sit anytime he visited the cafe. The table was placed beside the window, giving him a clearer view of the surroundings, it was a great place to hold a serious conversation without being afraid of eavesdroppers.
He glanced around; checking the place, searching for the presence of another supernatural being. The cafe was owned by a werewolf, it wasn't unusual to see other supernatural visiting the place. His ears picked on their heartbeats; All of the customers were humans apart from a guy sitting opposite with a woman, his back was turned to Richmond.
Richmond could not hear his heartbeat, it was noiseless like a heart gone cold. He was an undead.
