thevampirewithabrokensmile

Seeing the stranger approach Strider couldn’t help but hope that maybe they would pass him by, having tucked himself into the corner but no such luck as they stopped at his table “Evening friend,” he smiled, glancing up from beneath his hood and eyeing the person before him. It was painfully obvious that Strider didn’t belong here from his clothes but he didn’t dwell on it, nudging the opposite chair out with his foot.