Sometimes, you meet people who pass through your day very quickly. Their presence is almost unnoticeable as they navigate their own world by gently stepping in and out of your own as if routine, and accepted. If they do not intersect your path, you almost do not notice it as they aren't actually part of your world. Other people you meet on the brink of an instant, maybe the precipice of something fairly substantial. You stand at a cliff, and they happen to be standing there too with a look that resembles your own. Maybe you see something familiar in them, and you somehow take a step closer so that your personal space touches. Figuratively, literally, I don't know. You could be standing on a cliff quite literally and meet someone there as you gaze down into some kind of oblivion, or the river that runs so quickly you have no chance to catch your breath. Maybe not quite so literally, but circumstance throws you together to navigate a situation or a moment and suddenly, you see colors you didn't know existed. It can be subtle, it can be brutally vibrant and almost uncomfortably obvious. Whichever way I had met the young witch, I couldn't remove her from my mind. I liked the colors I started seeing.

Her genuine surprise was endearing, and brought a slow smile to my lips. Clearly, she didn't attend many dates. I know her words were halted by my behavior, which fueled my smile even further. And her expression at the gentle nurturing of the seed into a rose? It solidified any doubts I had about actually executing any of the ideas I had cultivated in debating whether or not to reach out to her. I had only engaged in precarious activities with Serafina, would she want to entertain an evening with me? She had all but answered that question before it had even risen to my lips or my mind several encounters ago when she prompted that her payment must be large enough to compensate her incredible efforts in healing the wounds the vampire had inflicted on me. At first, I had intended on simply handing her a large sum of money, but that was incredibly unremarkable. There was a place and a time for bland, boring, and predictable. But here? I was more creative than that. I had mulled over dozens of ideas prompted by this creativity. They had come and gone without much attention, until it struck me that I could show my gratitude in a far more grandiose way than the simple signature of a check.

Serafina's words were merely more than a stutter which immediately drew a soft laugh. It was debatable whether or ont I wanted to actually step into her home, considering the threshold for darker intentions could be quite literal and as concise as stepping over the actual thing. Looking as if I hadn't expected anything less than her suggestion, I shook my head. Ever the contrarian, my lips drew into an impish grin.

"No, I'm not sure we would leave if I did. That being said, I am an incredibly patient man and can wait here until you're ready," I scoffed, clearly using good humor. It would be plain to her that I wasn't in fact, a patient man. It was merely a tease, and I nodded to her home, knowing that she would have liked preparation if I had actually intended on coming in. A polite gesture, yes, but I had had no intent of going inside because the level of excitement I had at the thought of showing her the location for the evening was making it impossible for me to stand still and I would have made her uncomfortable with my buzz.

"... And if I turn the car off, it doesn't always like to start again. I may have a way with metal, but electricity is my mortal enemy," I started, amused. "I can wait for you."