She Thinks She's A What?

Part 2: Going Through The Motions

*Starting Scene*

Maky, having switched his attire to a green t-shirt and brown cargo pants so he could comply with Quinn's suggestion, presently sits at a booth belonging to a diner. With the elongated, glass window towards his right, the gentleman demonstrates a dumbfounded expression due to witnessing the pile of whole pizzas stacked atop Quinn's plate.

Quinn quickly grabs a slice via her left hand after adding some Parmesan cheese to the pizza at the top as she's on the verge of eating until registering Maky's conduct, causing her to stop short. "Something wrong?"

Maky views Quinn, specifically her body while seeing the long-sleeved, open chest sweater that fits well onto her person, prior to reverting his attention to the numerous pizzas. Then, the young man focuses upon his own plate as he finds a lone burger there and thinks, "I'm a wimp, aren't I? I worried about controlling my amount of food consumption, but..." Maky slowly brings his sight back to Quinn.

Quinn becomes flustered and lowers her elevated appendage. "Please, spit it out. I'm insecure."

Maky restrains himself from laughing as he smirks. "Could've fooled me. Has nobody ever commented on your eating?"

Quinn innocently nods. "Yeah, that I'm a healthy eater. My family, friends and even boyfriends all say that."

Maky establishes a bland attitude while thinking with his vision shifted eastward, "They can be kind, or lie depending on perspective, about that... Yet, they're incapable of humoring her belief of being a vampire..." He closes his eyes to sharply exhale, dropping his head a tad and thinks, "More research must be done." Maky promptly resets his gaze towards Quinn as he quips in a smart-ass tone, "I'm surprised that a vampire such as yourself isn't chowing down on something with blood."

Quinn shuts her eyes and emits pride. "This is my preferred substitute for that." She lifts her western limb to bite off a piece of her pizza.

Maky grows skeptical. "Is that right?"

Quinn observes Maky again. "Well, I can't go draining the blood of random people. It's not safe, considering diseases and such. Also, I quit stealing from the blood bank recently. Limited options, you understand?"

Maky pulls his head back out of astonishment as he strive to keep control of his voice's volume. "You did what?!"

Quinn giggles amidst continuing her consumption while partially stretching her right arm forth to wave her hand at Maky. "I'm joking. I wouldn't rob a blood bank. I don't own the proper equipment."

Maky cocks his right eyebrow. "But if that wasn't an issue, would you?"

Quinn drops her eastern limb and peers downward as she temporarily ceases eating. "Enough about me. On to you." She swallows the food within her mouth, tilting her head back while containing her eyes closed.

Maky delivers a scrutinizing stare, thinking, "Way to dodge the question. You've barely told me much about you anyway." The male soon grabs his burger through use of his right hand and inquires with his concentration glued to the meal, "You wanna' know something in specific or should I list off random facts and interests?"

Quinn halfheartedly grins at Maky. "The latter would be good, however, I'd probably fail to remember most of them. It takes time for things to stick. Here's an example."

Maky steers his sight towards Quinn with a hint of curiosity, although becomes moderately impatient after a decent period of the dame refraining from following her last sentence.

Quinn eventually states as an ashamed demeanor is emanated, "What's your name again?"

Maky chuckles, skepticism switching places with his previous behavior. "Is that it? You know it's normal not to immediately record a person's name when you meet them. That wasn't that good of an example."