With the Powers She Still Not Discovered

Elizabeth

Diego was not bad, to be honest. He seems intelligent without actually showing it. Despite his handsomeness that sometimes drifts me off for a while, I am also amused by the way he talks naturally with his deep words and the hidden knowledge he would share with me.

“Do you believe in werewolves? That they are still there?” he asked me while we are walking down the plaza of the village.

I pouted and nodded. “Well, yes,” I said. “I have seen one…”

My hands drifted on the ground, remembering the werewolf who bit my neck. I touched the scarf circling my neck and realized that I have not removed this since the day that werewolf showed up to me.

“Are you not hot with your scarf on your neck?” Diego asked me curiously, so I looked at him again.

“I feel hot, but it’s fine. I like warm,” I said and then gazed at a banana cue stand with the woman who was selling banana cues. “Oh, my goodness! We should buy banana cues!”

“Banana - what?”

Before Diego could ask me furthermore abo