Chapitre 745: A Normal Time

Dating a chronic recluse of a vampire, as much as you want to, as much as you think you do, in actuality, doesn't really leave you with much wiggle room when it came to leisurely pursuits. 

Movies were an absolute no-go, not unless I tear my heart out and fling it far in the deepest corner of the ocean floor, 'cause that's probably the only way I'd be able to bear putting her through an hour and a half of surround sound, visual overload of a blockbuster torture. 

Can also rule out arcade-y escapades for similar reasons. Amusement parks struck down in the same vein, window-shopping avoided for its crowds, morning stroll for its morning sun. 

Hell, even the delight of a hearty breakfast fell victim to a host of caveats which I didn't foresee. I knew a local joint that wouldn't be reached by the bustle of traffic, usually empty, and served good food.