"Hey Garfield." Rachel said as she entered the cafe.

She stood behind the counter and made herself some coffee. "What did you want to talk about?"

Garfield made his way up to the counter and rested his arms across it. "You...you were right, it wasn't exactly instinct. In a way."

Rachel put down her coffee and looked at Garfield to signal she was listening. "What was it then?"

"Animal instinct."

"What does that mean?"

"When I was in the wild, I kinda got bitten when I was a younger kid. I think the wolf was just playing, but I had a reaction or something and...well now I have hightened reflexes and senses."

"So that's how you found me and predicted his movements."

"I'm surprised you're so calm. Its not all good."

"Sounds it."

"Yeah, well...if I get too mad, the animal takes over my brain and I get-"

"I understand."

The monotonous interuption startled him and surprised him. Usually if he told people, they would think he was crazy. But this girl that stood innocently in front of him somehow knew how he worked. "It happens to me."

"It's that what the demon thing is?"

"It's not a demon. It's a burden."

"It's can be good though right?"

"No. Never. It just makes me into some kind of monster."

"You're not a monster. You're a great, smart woman who doubts herself."

"Funny."

"What?"

"That's what Malchior said to me."

"Who?"

"My ex. I don't want to talk about it."

Garfield figured he knew what it was about so didn't dwell on it. "That's fine."

Rachel got a cookie from the back and split it into two halves. She handed one to Garfield who thanked her and almost inhaled it in one.

They talked up until 10 o'clock. "I should get going." Rachel said checking her phone.

"You want me to walk you?"

"Then you'd know where I live. So no." She joked.

Garfield laughed but agreed and they parted ways.

Why would he ever like me? I'm a monster. Nobody wants a monster.

This girl knows me. She knows how I feel. How? How is she so calm about?

I know this is short and I'm sorry, it's with Christmas being tomorrow and all that it's pretty hard to do stuff whilst people are yelling me every five minutes for jobs. Also, MERRY CHRISTMAS (unless you're reading this afterward)

Any ideas for the next chapter?