He steered them past expensive kitchen shops and the dark, hollow spaces where bookstores used to be, and nearly lost him in front of a brightly lit yoga studio pumping trance out its open door. In the window, human women dipped toward the floor, lifted themselves up on trembling forearms, and balanced there as they offered their wet faces and shaking chests to the night.
“Wow,” Junior said.
“Easy.” Javier winked at the blonde in the front. She ducked her head and ruined her balance. He grinned. Humans were so damn adorable. Shaking his head, he tugged Junior down the sidewalk. “Give it some time. You’re only a day old.”
Back to work.