One day he would get used to going out, having a drink in a bar and make new friends. Today was not this day but that had not stopped Valerie to insist he should get out anyway and finally found someone to belong to. So here he was, alone and trying to make conversation with at least one person. Yet most seemed repelled by his shyness and he got nothing more than a few nods and smiles more pitiful than everything else.
Having enough he turned around and got up from his barstool, almost crashing into another person. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” He asked alarmed while he checked her for any wounds or something. Being a werewolf meant he was stronger than other persons, so this was a valid question.