The werewolf held a dainty bouquet. Three carnations and a green ribbon.

Snow dusted her hair and fur, tail wagging hopefully at every stranger who approached only to droop when they passed by.

"You could wait inside," suggested a waitress.

"No, I said I'd be waiting by the door."

The waitress glanced across the cafe, at a vampire clasping three carnations, green ribbon, in her pale hands.

"We have two doors."


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