Snippet #851186

He ignored the disappointed look Shannon gave him. Simon had really been trying to come up with some witty indication that he knew he was being teased, but to no avail. Some people, he mused, just aren't the snarky type.

"I would like to be a teacher. I was hoping to at least teach high school while I'm working on my doctorate, but I've had no luck with that. So, the coffee shop it is."

He finished the remainder of his orange juice and fished around in his pocket for his wallet. He put some money down on the bar and hopped off of the stool. "This has been fun, but I really should be going. Maybe next time you can do the talking. It's not every day that you meet a werewolf." With a smile, he waved goodbye and left.

As he walked to the bus stop, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about the werewolf comment. It was rude, really, to comment on people's conditions like that. He thought about going back to apologize. He didn't say it to be mean - he just wanted a sense of mystery about himself. He was constantly surrounded by interesting people. Sometimes it was hard just to be the normal one. But then there was that very, very interesting, not-so-normal knack of his... So what if he abused it sometimes?

And - oh gosh. He called him a werewolf. Was that politically correct? Shit shit shit shit shit. Did they prefer to be called lycans? Is there a difference? He'd heard it both ways...

"Maybe I should go back..." he said, just as the bus arrived at the stop. It was two minutes early. He climbed aboard, eager to get home, trying to forget about his chance meeting at the bar.

He spent the rest of the bus ride home worrying about the distinction between werewolf and lycan, and whether or not anyone cared.