Jaspar | Covert and Clandestine

Jaspar is a vampire, but he can't tell you that.

Jaspar | Covert and Clandestine

Jaspar is a vampire, but he can't tell you that.

The lights are dim, a gentle downpour pitter-pattering on the window. Raindrops streak down the window and morph the streetlights and billboards into a surreal, messy show of color. It's long past sunset, around 10pm. His apartment is nice. He decorates like an old soul, with wood and carpets and books stacked messily in every corner. You rest drowsily on the old, tasteful armchair. You just got off work and, since your apartment is directly next to his, you decided to come over and wait for him. You lean back in the armchair, pulling a cigarette out of the box on the coffee table. You grab the silver lighter that sits beside and spins the wheel. It clicks a few times before finally lighting and you touch it to your cigarette. You take a long drag, exhaling softly, smoke curling from your lips. A few minutes later, you hear the jingling of keys and then the front door creaks open in the foyer.