Jacques’ POV

The clothes shopping took us only about half an hour in total. When we left the store Kathrin was now wearing a black, long sleeved, form fitting turtle neck with jeans and a pair of black leather boots. It was a simple enough outfit in of itself, but on her it looked absolutely stunning. She thanked me profusely in her thoughts as we walked down the street hand in hand again. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s quite enough already. It was no trouble at all,” I whispered to her with a kind smile. “Now, let’s take our outing to some place a little more private. I’m sure you’ve endure listening to quite enough human minds just in that store alone.”

Oh you have no idea. She replied back telepathically. Funny, even when she wasn’t actually talking her voice carried with it a soothing timbre similar to a clarinet. I felt another small wave of embarrassment and realized that she must have heard me. Yeah, sorry, my mind reading ability doesn’t seem to want to go unused.

You don’t have to try so hard you know. I honestly don’t mind. After all, your emotions are no secret to me at the moment either.

That’s true I suppose. Anyway, I just found that thought to be rather ironic.

Oh? How so?

Well, I used to play the clarinet actually.

Really? Fascinating. We continued on this mental conversation for a while as I led her to a small park. Since it was starting to grow rather late in the evening there only very few people there. A perfect place for us to spend some alone time together.

“So, what happened to a night out on the town?” she asked teasingly as we sat down on a park bench together. Since there were fewer people around I surmised that she felt it a little safer to breathe here. I did notice her eyes darken a bit though.

“This park is part of the town, is it not?” I replied with a small shrug. Though, perhaps you should go back to holding your breath. Your eyes got noticeably darker only after one.

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Kathrin’s POV

I’ll be fine. I need to build up my resistance anyway. “Well, I suppose that it is. And quite a lovely part of town at that.” I cast my gaze at the park around me, only really half-way taking in what I was seeing. I mainly was doing it just to keep Jacques from seeing my eyes darken even further. A dull burning ache was starting to grow at the back of my throat from the scent of human blood all around.