Page 8 of Dear Mr. Vampire
“Oh, he wants to meet you.” Morgan gushed.
P.S. I stopped drinking human blood decades ago. Do your research, madam.
Signed,
Mr. Vampire
“Okay, that was something.” I sighed with relief when I finished reading the note.
Morgan’s eyes stayed focused on the road. “It was cute and flirty.”
“Should I be scared?” I genuinely asked. I didn’t know where to go from here.
“Scared of what? You started this, and he was just trying to be funny. He could’ve ignored you all together. To me, it seems like he has a sense of humor.”
“Yeah, but now it’s going to be weird when I see him. We live in the same building.”
“He doesn’t even know it’s you.”
“You’re right, and I never run into him. When I see him, he never even notices me.”
“Maybe you should introduce yourself.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, just be cool. Take it slow. Write him another note. See if he gets weird. Hey, can I park on the street over here?”
I pointed to the right. “No, turn here. You can park on this street. We just have to walk a few blocks and freeze our asses off.”
“The margaritas will warm us up.”
Morgan made a right at the corner. She found a parking space and showed me her impeccable parallel parking skills. I wanted to take pictures for the Gram because my girl and I were looking so damn hot to death. That was definitely not an option, because I wasn’t sure if Lonzo had access to Morgan’s social media accounts. I don’t know why I let the thought of that man enter my head when I was supposed to be having fun with my friend.
The walk to the entrance of The Castle wasn’t too bad. My heels were broken in, since I had them for a few years.
Of course, there was a long line. We stood out in the cold forsix minutes. That was before a tall blonde woman that could easily be a supermodel looked at both of us and said, “Come with me.”
Morgan grabbed my hand, and we followed the beautiful woman down the sidewalk and to the front entrance. She turned to us and her blonde hair whipped around like she was in a shampoo commercial.
“You both over twenty-one?” The blonde asked with an accent I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Yes.” Morgan blurted.
“Good.” The bombshell looked us up and down. “Follow me.”
We trailed behind the woman as she made long-legged strides right through the metal detectors, past the cashier, and to the first bar.
The hostess whipped around to smile widely at us. “The first drink is free ladies. Enjoy The Castle.” She waved her hand around to the tattooed bartender and he came right over with his perfect purple hair.
“What are you beauties drinking tonight?”
“Two Patron Silver margaritas.”
“Coming right up?” The bartender smiled and winked at us. Or maybe he winked at Morgan. It was hard to tell. He sauntered away to mix our drinks.
“Did you have to do the most?” I asked.
“Yes, I did. Charlize said the first drink was free. I like free shit.”
