Ashton is sitting inside his car, drinking his hot black coffee while looking out at the crowd of the food court. His thoughts are running around the ghoul who has spotted in New York City. He needs to be sure if the ghoul is Xander or someone else.
He takes a sip from his coffee when his eyes land on a familiar figure roaming outside a supermarket. He remembers her from the café where they met last time. Ashton gets off from his car and approaches Alsea, who is busy in arranging the bags.
She is putting the groceries in a big bag so she won’t have to carry too many items in her hands.
“Regular life is hard!” Ashton comments.
Alsea gasp to hear his voice and her senses alert. The goose bumps on her skin raises and her intuition want to rip Ashton apart. He closes her eyes forcefully an
