“Do all your clothes have hoods?” Julia asks while sipping at a drink through a straw. “I don’t like direct sunlight,” Matthew jokingly answers seated almost across her on the other side of the table. “Last time you were a princess, now you are a vampire, let me guess, next time you’ll be a superhero.” Brian laughs. “Babe, I thought we agreed on leaving poor Matthew alone.” He is seated next to both Julia and Matthew completing the circle around the small round table at Mlo Imla’s patio. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It makes me feel right at home,” the man under fire claims. “What were you doing yesterday?” Brian asks. “I was finishing up on an assignment that was due today morning,” he remembers the glowing animal rune which he now wears in his watch. “Did you hear that your go-to groc

