Promise

At wits end in her mind, California Reyes hasn't felt love in years. All she had ever wanted was a hand to hold. One evening she has a horrible day. She heads to her safe haven, the bathroom. But there's a skinny boy shaking in the next stall over. She becomes curious and starts sending notes over.

Those black converses with the stars drawn on and those dusty brown eyes. She could never forget those after that day.

"California. Like the state?"
"like the state."
"Lestat, like Interview With The Vampire?"
"Exactly."