"Well...you could have dinner with me," you shyly suggest. You're
acutely aware of the awkwardness of the moment. You're not just
inviting a guy to dinner. You're inviting a werewolf to dinner, and
you're going to be bitten by him later. Dinner is almost a self-
defense mechanism, it seems.
Gabe smiles. "As long as you have red meat," he says to you. "I mean,
anything would be fine, but the animal craves red meat more than
anything."
You nod. "I have a few packs of steak; I figure now would be the best
time to break them out...since I'm sure I'll be developing a bigger
taste for meat as well."
"You have no idea." Gabe sees the vaguely uneasy look on your face.
You tried to hide it, but failed. You're excited about becoming
this..but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little
scared. "Hey," he says, "You'll be fine. It's a transition, but it's
nothing that you can't handle."
You nod, heading to your door. "Come on in," you tell him. Part of you
wants to make the dinner last as long as possible to put off the
inevitable. Part of you wants to simply get the biting over with, so
you can begin both enjoying the benefits and you can get past the most
terrifying part.