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“I’ll take a club soda with a lime,” Rocky replied.
“Sure, hon,” the server said, looking at her and doing a double-take before plastering on a fake smile. “Anything to eat?”
“Got a menu?” she asked.
The server used the pen to indicate a pile of menus against the wall at the end of our table and drawled, “They’re over there, hon.”
“Thanks,” Rocky replied, grabbing one and looking it over.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched her silently.
She looked up from the menu. “What?”
“First, take the hood off. Please. Secondly, why are you looking at food? Are you seriously going to eat it?”
She slowly slid the hood down and looked around the café. Her long brown hair was tied to the back in two large braids. Small wisps of loose curls framed her face. I had to refrain from staring at her lips and instead held her green gaze. “No. I have a neighbor, single-mom type, and I bring her food sometimes. I feel bad if I go somewhere and don’t order anything but drinks, unless it’s a bar. So, I just get it to-go.”
“Well, that’s very noble of you. I’ll go ahead and order something too, then. You can bring her mine.” I grabbed a menu. “What does she like?”
She held my gaze for a while and said, “Honestly, I have no idea. I usually just order the special or something that I remember was popular, like spaghetti or meatloaf. It’s been so long since I had food, I really don’t know what humans like to eat.”
“Rocky, how long have you been a vampire?” I asked, setting my menu down after I’d decided what to order.
She also set hers down. “So, my real name is Devon, and you can call me that. I use an alias for obvious reasons when meeting strangers. But if you tell anyone, I’ll probably have to kill you.”
I smiled. “That’s a beautiful name. Thank you for sharing that with me. My lips are sealed though. Go on.”
“Since the nineties, to answer your question.”
I was born in the nineties. So weird. Still trying to get used to the immortality thing. “Thanks. I was just curious.”
“What about you?” she asked.
I took a sip of the water then set it down. “I’m a baby. Only been turned five years. I was twenty-one, and I guess I’ll… always be twenty-one.”
“I was twenty-seven,” she replied.
The server stopped by and asked if we were ready to order.
“Club sandwich, fries, side of ketchup,” I said. “Strawberry cheesecake.”
“Catfish platter with everything.” Devon smiled at her. “And a slice of whatever pie is good.”
“You got it,” the server said, walking away.
“Kathy and the kids are gonna eat good tomorrow,” she said with a grin.
I nodded. “You got that right.”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling. The scars stretched almost painfully-looking across her cheeks, but I quickly diverted my attention to her eyes so she wouldn’t think I was staring too much at them. Or, God forbid, repulsed or in any way scared. “So, what did you want to pick my brain about?”
“I need to maintain access to that website on the Dark Web you told me to avoid. Just wanted to see if you had any ideas what I could do. I thought about using a cheap laptop with regular WiFi so if I got spyware it really wouldn’t be too detrimental.”
She shook her head. “You need a lot of bandwidth to access the D.W., handsome. That won’t work.”
Please tell me she is not going to keep calling me that!
“Since we’re sharing today, I’m Parker, you can call me that if you don’t like my club name.”
