Vampire Knight Zero And Yuki Novels & Stories

The mechanic stepped forward and extended his hand, his grip surprisingly warm and remarkably firm despite the permanent rings of black grease staining his knuckles and cuticles. "I'm Vince." "Darren," said the courier, offering a quick wave with his free hand. "Ethan," Ethan said, shaking both of their hands in turn. They held the handshake for a beat longer than social convention strictly required—an unspoken, silent understanding passing between them. It was the peculiar, durable bond that forms rapidly between people who have weathered a miniature emotional storm together, finding humanity in the concrete canyons of a indifferent metropolis.