Kyle frowned at the kid exiting the shop yet almost immediately forgot about the encounter, already moving on to the next customer. It wasn't until later that night, walking home and getting the feeling he was being followed, that the memory resurfaced with the sound of the kid's voice. He frowned as he stopped and turned around to face him.

Yep, definitely a vampire.

"Sorry, kid. I don't swing that way," he replied congenially, not wanting to provoke the thing any more than he apparently already had.