The aftermath of his first Blood Moon wasn’t exactly pretty, and Isaac had no interest in recalling all those memories so he was grateful for the haziness. Still, sometimes he’d randomly get flashes of that night in his minds eye, often leaving him grumbling in annoyance and ducking his head to hide his blush. One of those memories that’d really been coming back more lately were of an encounter with a certain witch and human. Sleeping with Sal had apparently become something of a habit, but he definitely wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about her. He barely remembered her from the chaos of the winter ball, but he gathered enough to know she wasn’t exactly a fan of him. Which only made it weirder that they’d done…all that. Isaac luckily hadn’t seen her around the city again since then, but of course his luck had to run out at some point. He was at one of the agencies in Hollywood, his manager having texted him to meet there to discuss a commercial he needed to shoot for one of his sponsors. Seated in a common area waiting for his manager, Isaac didn’t notice her at first, but when he did, he could feel his ears heating up. There’s no way she could’ve missed him, and now that they were making eye contact Isaac wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to say. And so he apparently defaulted to something tried and true: “…hey.”
She recognized him immediately, even if her memories of him were hazy, scattered. Still, there had been images popping into her head on and off ever since the blood moon, images of Sal and of him, ones that always made her blush whenever she was in public, that had even made her hands wander one or two times when in the privacy of her home. Of course, she also knew him from before the moon, but she tried not to think too much about that encounter. It only soured the more recent one, and she would rather hold on to the memories of pleasure, than think about the night of the attack. She had learned, later on, what the moon had meant, how it had affected her, but at the time she hadn’t understood why she was acting the way she was. At least, she liked to tell herself it was just the moon, but she wasn’t so sure she would’ve said no under other circumstances. Seeing him again, here, now, brought all the memories flooding back and she shifted awkwardly in her chair as their eyes met. His greeting made her suppress a smile - although she wasn’t sure how entirely succesful she was - as she recalled him using that exact same word the night of the moon. “Hey,” she said, lifting her hand in a half wave. She was waiting for her agent, but she was early and so she figured she might as well try to converse. Only, she had no idea what to say. Looking around the room as if for search of help, she bit down on her lower lip. “Should I recognize you from somewhere?” she asked, considering they were at an agency. “I mean... other than...” Warmth spread in her cheeks, coloring them an angry pink. “I mean, are you famous?”
