At the Front Desk: Public Library

-Jeremy?
-Pardon me?
-You don’t remember me?
-Umm. I don’t think so?
-It’s me.
-Sorry, where do we know each other from?
-Why are you looking at me like that?
-I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to.
-You’re only two hundred.
-Sorry, what’s that?
-A two hundred year old vampire should never be looking at an eight hundred year old vampire like that.
-What?
-Ever.