NIKLAS
Vampires hated the sun. If I didn't find most hats silly, I would never take them off my head when outside.
“Damn,” I said as I put a baseball hat on.
It was the early hours of the morning and it wasn't usually this sunny. The cool breeze brushed past me, carrying the scents of fresh coffee and pastries from the nearby cafes. The sun had just risen but still stung like a bee. I looked up and saw how the sun painted the sky with a palette of warm hues that acted as the perfect backdrop to the bustling city.
I walked slowly, savoring the crisp air before my eyes began to explore the neighborhood where my bar was situated. The streets around were already busy with workers rushing to their workplaces and I spotted some excited tourists, taking in the sights of the city; their camera
