Jacque finds himself looking off the balcony of some unknown companion's loft in downtown Sacramento. There was so much bustle in the streets that it was hard to take it all in at first. He could have been mistaken as a statue, leaning slightly over the railing and being still for several minutes at a time aside for the minor movements of his eyes. He continued this practice for a while, eyes trained on a random person for as long as they remained in view. He carefully watched their behaviors and interactions as they roamed the streets below.

Then, all of a sudden, a scream pierced the air. The bustle halted briefly and he could follow the crowd's shift in attention to the source. It was a woman arguing with a man who did not seem appreciative of the newfound attention. The density of the crowd began to thicken around the two and postures changed. The man seemed unaccustomed to retreat. He thought to himself, a fight is likely to break out soon at this pace. As predicted, moments later the first swing from a bystander is taken and the woman flees during the commotion.

"James... are you still here?" a feminine voice called from within the loft.

Jacque's focus broke at the local sound. He glanced at his phone and mumbled, "Shit." He had been standing there, observing for hours. He made his way inside, fangs beginning to grow with anticipation of feeding, "Of course I am."

Blush for the social nature of his hunting