Kersen.

Michael was the paranoid, suspicious sort. That would come as no surprise to anyone who knew him. So he had caught on to the fact that Kersen was making excuses not to see him very early on. He had let him have his space, and forced himself to trust that he was safe.

By now, he had been forced to admit that he had been hoping that Kersen would end up ringing him.

Since the vampire still hadn't, and Michael's paranoid, suspicious streak was not growing any less loud, Kersen's last text about being too busy at the bar had made Michael decide to stop by. Not to force the vampire's hand one way or the other, but to have one conversation about this, before Michael truly did give him all the space he might need, or want.

He mechanically scanned the bar as he walked in, but he'd spotted Kersen immediately, and he headed for the bar to take a seat, and order a scotch.