We sat down at a table together and I took in the scenery around us. There were flowers hanging nearly everywhere you looked and there were bright artworks of people and food.
"How long has Jake been a werewolf?' I asked casually.
"Well... I think a bit longer than me? I'm not too sure. That's one thing that werewolf's lack- a good memory."
I laughed. "So, how old are you exactly? You must be older than Jake, right?"
Paul went silent for a moment.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"You see, I'm the same age as Jacob. I'm sixteen."
SIXTEEN?! How was that possible?! He looked about 18! Most importantly, should I be dating a sixteen-year-old? We're 4 years apart! I got out of my chair.
"I... was not expecting that," I breathed.
"Look, you can leave if you want. I know that we're a few years apart but... just give me a chance! Please?"
I contemplated his words for a moment and sat back down. Only because I was hungry.
"Um... you've graduated high school, right?" Paul proceeded.
"Yes. Last summer. Then I moved to the city to start my career."
"What did you want to be?"
"Well, that's the reason I came back here in the first place- to find out what I want to do and who I want to be. I got the majored in every subject so I can literally do anything. But I don't know what I want.