“New girl,” he says, his voice low. Most new cars don’t even have the feature. “I can see it in your eyes, a fire that burns deep within you. I exit the car into the well lit parking lot and walk to the door. Plus, I’m very sure I don’t want where I am going tonight recorded in the GPS. Should’ve come on Wednesday,” she says. “Tell her I’m interested.”
The waitress nods and walks away, leaving me to check out her behind. I nod with a thanks, my eyes still fixed on the blond-headed woman as I approach the stage with the dim spotlight. Only the male of our kind, an incubus, can make a succubus. You’d be signing your soul over to my boss.”
“Your boss, as in… It’s an older car that still has the manual driving feature.