He watches from afar, not entirely sure how to approach. He's convinced he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Skin so smooth and flawless; not a blemish in sight. He salivates, certain that he needs a taste of the beautiful flesh. He meanders through the crowd of people, never breaking eye contact, gradually getting closer and closer. Sweat beads on his forehead as he imagines what is going to happen next. Sitting down directly in front of his target, he reaches out one hand to touch the perfect skin. A sigh escapes his lips, as he feels just how soft and smooth it is. A sudden rush of need washes over him. He lowers his head and takes a powerful bite. It was the best apple he'd ever tasted.