Chance nodded at the explanation. That made some sense and it sounded more like a dietary plan to avoid issues than a weight-loss diet. One of the vampires at the country manor liked watching reality shows and Chance had sat with him for the one about eating disorders and their recovery process. It was so sad to see so many people struggle and very eye-opening for the issues that were out there beyond his little odd world. “Veggies are good as well,” he finally spoke, not wanting to worry Lyric at his silence and slight frown since it didn’t have anything to do with her. “Gram loves cooking and made sure we all enjoyed it and vegetables were always included.” He smiled fondly at the memory of the ‘family’ meals since Gram was actually his great grandmother that elected to be Turned in her fifties after a good life of serving Rafe. She oversaw the country manor still and always made everyone sit together for dinner.
He blinked at the sudden topic change and smiled again as he started to figure out that was just Lyric. She was friendly, chatty, and curious. Chance didn’t mind it but he was also kind of boring and worried his answers wouldn’t interest her; or she would ask a question he couldn’t answer. “I watch a lot of movies and shows.” He hesitated on the reasoning and finally gave a little shrug. “I was sick a lot growing up.” It was the truth but he didn’t know how to say he was healed because he died and was reborn. Did that really count as getting better?
“Anyway, I don’t want to intrude on your time with your brother,” Chance slowed his pace as the light from inside Starbucks spilled out onto the sidewalk just before them. He didn’t know who her brother was but if it was the man leaning against a bright blue motorcycle, holding a clear cup of some iced coffee concoction, and alternating his glare from him to somewhere behind him… then Chance really didn’t think he should stick around. “And um, thank you for talking with me.”
He blinked at the sudden topic change and smiled again as he started to figure out that was just Lyric. She was friendly, chatty, and curious. Chance didn’t mind it but he was also kind of boring and worried his answers wouldn’t interest her; or she would ask a question he couldn’t answer. “I watch a lot of movies and shows.” He hesitated on the reasoning and finally gave a little shrug. “I was sick a lot growing up.” It was the truth but he didn’t know how to say he was healed because he died and was reborn. Did that really count as getting better?
“Anyway, I don’t want to intrude on your time with your brother,” Chance slowed his pace as the light from inside Starbucks spilled out onto the sidewalk just before them. He didn’t know who her brother was but if it was the man leaning against a bright blue motorcycle, holding a clear cup of some iced coffee concoction, and alternating his glare from him to somewhere behind him… then Chance really didn’t think he should stick around. “And um, thank you for talking with me.”
