“Courtney Love?” The vampire questioned as she approached anyway. It wasn’t her intention to pry or force her companionship over anyone, yet she joined the lonely pink-haired girl. “I do know it. I am just not a fan, though. What do you play? Guitar?”
Zoey peered down at the instrument in her arms. “Hm, what gave that away?” She teased, growing bored of plucking at the same string over and over as she had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. “Am I in trouble again? What did I do now?”