The Culprit...

The wet floor was beginning to annoy me as much as Jesse was, so I decided to clean it up, seeing as however caused it hadn't bothered.

I got down on my hands and knees in the aisle, muttering to myself, and used a sweater from my case to mop it.

The water was spread under about three rows; mine, the one infront, where someone was sitting, and another infront of that, which was deserted. Guess I found the culprit.

Once my foot-well was dry, or near enough, I handed the dripping sweater to the woman.

'You can take care of that.' I said, before returning to my own seat. She smelled too good to talk to for long. Stupid vampirism.


The End

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