It is a horrible feeling, attempting to act like nothing happened when you both know something did. It's awkward.
My master sighs and looks at me hesitantly over the counter. I've been avoiding eye contact and I find myself mindlessly fiddling with the necklace and then telling myself not to. It was a horrible habit that I was starting.
"Master," I say quietly. He stares at me and I finally look at him. "If uh, if you aren't a minor vampire, then you're a Master Vampire correct?" I ask. He nods slowly, as if wondering when I'm going to explode. "If you're a Master Vampire, why didn't you just say that to the man in your interview? I mean wouldn't it have made more sense?" I ask. My master chuckles.
"The older vampire I got my information from? It was a test. He obviously failed, but
