So can Tinder give anything else but bootycalls? Time will tell

"I don't mind at all," she wondered how it would be, to lay close to someone else, or if they were to have sleeping backs and then have their own, but of course only time was to tell what would happen. She chuckled "I'll get my own food with me, so you don't have to worry about that." when it came to blood, it wasn't always easy, it hadn't been for her in the beginning, mostly because there was this stigma around drinking blood, most people saw it as something bad, and others didn't care so in other words, it wasn't always easy and it had taken some time for her, to accept this part of herself being a reality.
"Of course, one can never be sure about the weather," maybe Gaia was its own country, but it was still in some ways a part of the UK, and it was known for not always the loveliest weathers, "I thought, maybe you would want my number? So we could come in contact with each other easier?" she suggested after a short while, looking up at him with a questioning expression, not sure if actually wanted this or not.

"Sure, I would like to get your number - I guess I didn't really think about it," he said, a bit surprised at himself, but the conversation had just been smooth sailing. And the fact that they had met up, well perhaps he had just forgotten that they had been mainly writing to each other through the app itself. He fished his phone out of his back pocket, handing it to her to write in her number. It wasn't locked with a code or anything, and the phone itself had very few apps except for a couple of social media ones. "Type it in as whatever you want and shoot yourself a text while you're at it - that way you'll have my number too, right?" he said with a smile, looking ahead as she would be preoccupied with typing in her phone number.

She took his phone, letting go of his hand as she then opened it, and found his contact. She didn't look through anything, or for that matter let her eyes gaze his apps, as it wasn't really anything she cared for, and then started typing in her number. Her name was written down, of course, only that of her first name and not more than that, as she did not know if he'd known of her family, and if he would hate her if he knew of their actions "I'll do that right away." She wrote a simple text, which was nothing more than an emoticon to herself, and thereby had his number. The number she'd given him, was the one to her more fancy phone, which was one Michael did not know about, as she didn't want him to control who she talked to. With his number having been sent to her, and her own written down into his phone, she gave it back his phone.
It didn't last long until they reached the door to the bunker, and she turned towards him "I had a really good time," she took off his jacket, as she strongly believed he wanted it back, she lifted herself to her toes and gently kissed his cheek, before then coming back to her feet and looking up at him with a kind expression in her dark eyes.

Evan smiled as she finished up with his phone, taking it back, locking it before popping it back in his pocket. They reached what he could only describe as a weird house, but he was not one to judge, not if this was some sort of safe house for her. She handed him his jacket, holding it in one hand as he just found himself staring at her for a bit. She leaned up, placing a sweet kiss against his cheek, making him close his eyes for as long as it lasted. As she leaned away, he breathed out, placing a hand on her cheek, just letting his thumb rub over her cheekbone. "I had a lot of fun," he said, but he was not intending to lean in and steal a kiss. He had gotten more than he had asked for back at the park, but now he found himself lingering, not wanting to leave right away. "I'll see you soon," he said, removing his hand from her cheek. He waited until she was inside before leaving, biting the inside of his cheek as he smiled giddily to himself. This was going to be rather interesting.

//Out <3//