I was in one place I honestly didn't think I would ever find myself. A place that exist for the purpose of gauging money out of people with tens of stores and restaurants all lined up in one building. They are all there to tempt your eyes with flashy decorations and showing off beauty, so one would open their wallets to make them all the more richer. Yup, the mall.

Remember how I stated that Valentine needed a change of wardrobe? I complained, basically, on how he dressed and the attention he was grabbing because he seemed so out of placed. I had a feeling he would be around me far more often, and the last thing I wanted was eyes constantly staring at my general direction. I don't even want to know what those staring eyes would be thinking or judging. I digress. Anyways, I kind of got dragged along to help him.

It had only been less than a week since that night he had stayed over, and I saw him at least once every day. Sometimes he would stay over. If he stayed the night, he left the morning after. If I saw him in the afternoon, after my class has been released, he would walk me home and leave after it was dark. I could always find him sitting on the bench by the beach, staring off into the ocean while the breeze brushed his hair back. His hands would be tucked into his pocket. He seemed so at peace. I had a feeling it was going to be a common routine.

The weekend rolled along and the night before he had stayed at my apartment, sharing the full sized bed of mine. Not once has he ever done anything to me, but lay there with his arm around my waist as he slept. I also have not had another dream like the last one since then. The next morning we sat in front of the TV watching the news. He had made breakfast like the last time too. When we were eating, he suggested, "Come with me." His accent was back.

"Where?" I asked after sitting there with my fork hanging in my hand, dumbfounded.

"Well, you were the one who said I stood out too much," he said smiling.

"No one dress like that. Not even businessmen," I said as I shook my head.

"I've yet to hear any complaints." His smile turned into a smug smirk.

I've turned my attention back to the TV as I rolled my eyes and let out a soft sigh at his commentary. "Well, here is me complaining."

"Which is why I said I'll d it, only if you came with me." He was teasing me. I could hear it in that playful tone. What was he up to?

"That's -" I paused and let out such a heavy breath that I basically grunted. "Fine."

Anyways, that is why I was there. We walked around and looked at a few stuff, basically window shopping for a good hour, or maybe two. I had lost track of time. The entire time we were there, I had no idea what I was doing, so all I did was follow wherever he went like a pet following its master, looking around completely dumbfounded. After a while, we ended up in a department store. All department stores look the same. Beauty supplies for women on the first floor along with handbags and jewelry all in display cases to show off those beautiful bottles and how shiny and new everything was. The floors, walls, and lights were white to illuminate the shine and cleanliness, but everything that is in those bottles or sold cost at least 80% cheaper than the price they were being sold at.

We took the escalator to the second floor where clothing and shoes for all ages and sex are sold. Everything was branded and had the same bright white floors, walls, and lights. I followed him around as he picked some things. I sat to wait as he walked into the dressing room to try things on. You would think nothing could go wrong. Well, at least I did. From the corner of my eye, I recognized Michael. Everything would have been better, if not for the next thing I did. I instinctively I ran to hide. Why? No idea, that is why it is called instinct.

Michael would definitely be surprised to find me in a department store of a mall. He might even wonder what I was doing in the men's section. I could have easily played it off by stating that I needed new clothes, but I buy my things all online. I stuck to cargo pants, because I like having pockets, and t-shirts, specifically from TeeTurtle since they have such great and witty designs.

I didn't know how to deal with it, so ran into the dressing room right into Valentine. He gave me a look mixed with confusion and surprise. I pushed him into the dressing room and closed the door. I really didn't think it through. Really, inconvenient.

I held the door closed, but I could feel Valentine's eyes on my back. I slowly turned to see him leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets and legs crossed. "Care to explain?" His lips then curled into a smile, "Or are you trying to be a bit adventurous?"

"It's nothing," I stuttered, realizing this does not look good for me. "I just kind of ran into someone I really didn't want to see or talk to right now. I kind of panicked."

He stood there, silently watching me. That was when I finally noticed he was in dark jeans and a button up shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up. I stared at him for a moment, and he took a few steps closer, practically pinning me against the door. His hands were on either side of the divider, holding him up as he leaned closer to me.

"Sure that is not just an excuse?" He whispered over me with a piercing gaze.

There was this tension that caused my heart to beat faster. I held my breath and averted my eyes away from him. "H-honest." I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

"Fine. Since you are here, what do you think?" He did not budge. His arms still spread open, leaning towards me.

"Looks good," I said still not looking at him.

"You're not even looking," he whispered closer in my ear. His voice warm and smooth like melting chocolate.

There it was again, a really uncomfortable feeling as I stood there, being cornered by him. It was all unsettling. For once, I wasn't sure where to look. My heart pounded crazily. Being anywhere else than at that spot, at that particular moment would have been great. Yet, I knew the moment it was over I'd feel empty inside for the fact that nothing happened. That he wouldn't take it any further. I knew he wouldn't, but it didn't stop the knots that formed in my stomach, or the sweat that built on my palms. If it was my brothers or even Michael teasing me into a corner, I would have shoved them aside. I would have yelled at them to back off. With Valentine, I'm not myself. What was he doing to me? Why couldn't I push him away?

I felt his hand touch my chin, guiding me to face him. His eyes, a golden brown color, held a gentle gaze.

"Scared?" He said in a low tone.

My heart and mind screamed yes, terrified, but my lips said, "No."

"What is it that you want me to do?" He said in the same low tone, pulling me like sweet nectar to a bee.

"I don't know," I barely managed to say in a soft voice as if I was losing my ability to speak.

For a second, I thought he would have kissed me. Instead, he dropped his hand and backed away.

"I don't mind you being here, but I do plan on changing." His hand moved to the collar of his shirt, preparing to unbutton. "I'm quite sure your friend has left by now."

"R-right." I stood there for a second, waiting for my brain to catch up processing everything. I blinked a few times, staring into space before turning around and fumbling with the simple lock. I wondered if my brain had decided to just take a vacation or something. When the door finally opened and I was about to step out, my body felt cold.

Just as I was about to step out, I was yanked back. The door was pulled back and he swiftly locked it back up with one hand. His other hand covered my mouth. He pulled me off my feet and sat me on his lap. "Shh," he whispered in my ear.

I looked up at him and saw that bright amber glow in his eyes again. Was it just lights playing tricks against his eyes? He stared at the door for a while until he noticed my eyes on him. A smile played on his lips as he whispered in my ear, "Want to help me out of this?"

I glared at him and turned away, crossing my arms.

"I don't mind staying like this," he teased.

How old was he? Sixteen? I grumbled. No. I refused to get baited.

Little did I expect, he got up with me in his arms. He turned and set me down on the seat in the dressing room, making sure my feet didn't land on the floor. Valentine turned to the door and unlocked it, opening it just enough to allow himself to slip partly out. After a while, he then let the door open all the way. He turned to me and said, "Probably should get out while you still can."

I left instantly without looking back. I placed myself on the waiting room seats again, breathing heavily. It was far too close for comfort.

"Excuse me," I heard him say with no accent.

"Sir?" A women responded.

"I would like to wear these out."

"Of course. Let me bring that up for you right now."

"Actually, it's fine. I'll follow."

"Would you still want to purchase these?" She asked, confused by his sudden change of mine.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

She walked out of the dressing room with the a bundle of clothes with him loosely wearing his light blue dress shirt and and brown dress pants, leaving his tie, vest, and jacket resting in his arms. Was he protecting me from being spotted by her? She worked quickly through the clothes, removing the security tag and placing each clothes into a large plastic bag. I watched him take out his wallet from his pants pocket and pull out a credit card to pay. At first I thought there was something that sparkled silver on his index finger, but it then disappeared. I wondered if I was just imagining things. He placed his own clothes into the large plastic bag as well and took hold of it.

He walked up to me and asked, "Ready to go?"

I don't know why it didn't occur to me until just right now. Without hesitation, I decided to ask, "How old are you?"

The look on his face showed he was not prepared for such a question. He gathered his thoughts for a moment before he spoke. "How old you do you think I am?"

"Late twenties to early thirties? Maybe?" I responded.

"Ah, of course," as if all of that had just made some sort of sense to him.

"Am I wrong?" I continued on pushing.

"Even if I told you how old I was, you wouldn't believe me," he said smiling as if it was some kind of inside joke.

"Please. Try me," I dared him.

He laughed as he shook his head. "Okay. Nineteen-hundred and eighty-one."

"Was that the year you were born?" I asked, confused.

"No. As in, I am one-thousand-nine-hundred and eighty-one-years-old."

My jaw fell open at the number he gave me. There was no way. With the smile that formed on his lip, I thought for sure he was pulling my leg. "You can't be serious."

He still had that smile as he shook his head and sighed. "You can take it however you like." He started to walk away.

"Wait!" I yelled after him. I stood up and chased after him. The moment I caught up, I stood as close to him as I could and whispered. "Are you saying, you aren't human?"

He stopped in his steps, and pulled my arm to face him. He lowered himself to my eye level. "Are you saying you never noticed?" His eyes started to have that unnatural bright amber glow. It wasn't the lights play any kind of tricks. He wasn't human. Who was he?