How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." —Bram Stoker
“I might be a shapeshifter for all you know a skin walker perhaps.” She said in a half amused tone. Her eyes studied the male illuminated by the faint light of the street lamp until her eyes met his. Violet did not bother to look away rather she met his gaze unyielding. “I would like to think I am the kind of person that people don’t forget easily.” Wary was the woman though the stranger looked harmless enough. “I am fine. Why do you ask?”
“Then I might have to ask you if you would ever show me”, Taemin countered her words, an eyebrow arching in a vague show of his own amusement as he kept a close eye on her. It was not long before he hummed and bowed his head. “Of course”, he said, not doubting her for a second, before he tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Oh, just, you were grumbling and looking down before, seemed a little… uh. May I say grumpy?” he tested the word on his tongue, before frowning faintly. “It seems like a bad thing, put that way though, does it not.”
