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Like on cue, Chan entered the office with such frantic movements that she swore he would trip on himself. She hoped she looked intimidating because it would have been embarrassing for a two-hundred-year-old vampire to not strike some sort of visceral and primal emotion into a baby vampire. Mei shuffled her feet so they sat over some chemistry homework instead. But now that she had found him, she was determined to befriend him and possibly help him he couldn’t have been a vampire for too long. She wondered how she hadn’t noticed the other vampire sooner. She doubted he even used the coffee pot anymore, Mei herself couldn’t bring herself to swallow anything except for blood. This was most certainly the living space of a tired and stressed college student - he had hidden his vampirism well. Mei couldn’t help but laugh as she looked around his office: paintings of instruments that looked like they came straight out of a museum adorned the walls, a printer sat in the corner that looked like it would fall apart if it was asked to print one more paper, and a coffee pot with stains that would likely never come off. She had her feet propped up onto the table, black boots obscuring what seemed to look like calculus homework or chicken scratch. Mei sat in Chan’s desk chair in his office - a white, cramped, doctor’s office that smelled like hand sanitizer - waiting for Chan to realize she was there. But a vampire running a blood drive - that was the act of a being who had lost his mind. Perhaps the tea was what kept him tethered to reality. She had no idea how the biology major that was running this drive, and also clearly a vampire by his red tea - Christopher “Chan” Bang - was holding himself together. Being a vampire, Mei had to pinch herself every few minutes so she didn’t salivate all over the floor and reveal her bloodthirsty identity. There was also the fact that the tea smelled like blood, but then again, everything smelled like blood at a blood drive. SHE HAD KNOWN when the tea on his desk, next to the scattered medical papers and signatures that bound people to donating blood, was just a bit too red for any normal tea.