Forty-five minutes later, Kieran dropped me off at the end of my street. Another forty-five minutes have passed and I'm still sat in his truck, listening to the Trooper vent his troubles to me. I don't mind in the slightest -- after all, I've gotten pretty comfortable with Dante's inner circle. Besides, if Kieran is looking for a rare heart-to-heart, then I will be sure to lend a sympathetic ear.
"I don't know, Luna...will I be alone forever? I'm almost thirty, and I haven't found my mate. Heck, it's been months since I've found a girl that's really interested me." Kieran chews his gum rapidly. "These things take time, Kieran. It really is a waiting game." I reply, helping myself to the bag of sweets perched on his dashboard. "May I?"
"Yeah, go for it." He nods. "But that's just it. I feel like I've been waiting forever."
"Are you a doubter or a believer, when it comes to mates?" I ask.