⊰ ; к —— :: It might mean bad news most of the time, but Katherine can be an Angel with the Devils horns at times —- the horns being her fangs in this case. But he was awfully cute —- and cute boys were either lunch, or extremely good company. And he seemed like the latter seeing as she wasn’t hungry right now.
“Of course —- so shall we?” She nodded at the coffee shop on the corner; taking a few steps backwards through the crowded streets. “I’m Katherine —- Katherine Pierce. And you are?”
“Jude ––- Moriarty.” The second word comes after a brief pause; he’d feel silly not stating his last name. It’s almost amusing to him, how quickly he can find himself in such a compromising position. He has a dreadful feeling that this won’t be the last time he becomes paranoid around her.
Jude offers her his hand, and almost jerks it back the moment he realizes what he’s done – and instead of making a fool of himself, he keeps it there. He can only but thank his genes that he rarely blushes. “Have you ever been here? I try to come every Sunday afternoon, when it’s not busy. I, uh, used to be on a first name basis with some of the employees, but I haven’t been a whole lot lately.”
