Don't let Angelo bully you into not paying. See you soon.

Sherlock put his phone away and looked out the window of the cab. Even in the taxi, he had to keep his hood up. He hated that it made him so conspicuous. Everyone knew that he was a Vampire.

He really didn't give a toss what people thought of Vampires, or of him, but he cared that he stuck out like sore thumb, when all he wanted to do was blend in.