My Mind... It's Who I Am. I

Oh God. She Probably Thinks We Were Off Doing—you Know—romantic Type, Um, Things—

I’m Sorry Ma’am,” I Said. Really, I Had No Idea What Else To Say. I’d Spent The Weekend Caught Up In An Epic Battle To Save Humanity, And Now… Jean Shorts?

Mark Glanced At His Watch And Sighed. "look, I Have To Go, But I'm Serious, Rose. Stay Here. Stay Out Of Trouble. Fight Strigoi If They Come To You, But Don't Go Seeking Them Blindly. And Definitely Leave The Ghosts Alone. " It Was A Lot Of Advice To Get In A Grocery Store, A Lot Of Advice I Wasn't Sure I Could Follow.

It Was One Thing To Accept I Couldn't Have Dimitri. It Was Something Entirely Different To Realize Someone Else Could.

Oh," He Said, Knocking A Red Ball Into A Hole. "it's You." "you Were Expecting Someone Else?" I Asked. "am I Interrupting Your Social Calender?" I Made A Big Show Of Glancing Around The Empty Room. "i Don't Want To Keep You From The Mob Of Fans Beating Down Your Door." "hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It's Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.