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Eddie still has no idea why his captain put his name down for this kind of event.
First, he hates crowded places.
Second, he loves being at home.
Eddie isn't strictly a homebody, but he hates going anywhere far from home. If it weren't for a work, he definitely wouldn't have come to another state like this, leave his son—Christopher—with his Abuela and Pepa.
Of course, they adore his son—perhaps a bit too much, if he being honest. But he still worries constantly. He has never been this far away from Chris before.
Now, having just landed, the sheer number of people in the airport immediately overwhelms him, Just staring at the crowd ahead makes his head throb.
God.
He hates this already.
"Stop pouting, Eddie."
He rolls his eyes at the comment. Beside him stand the two women who are accompanying him on this work trip.
This year, Station 6 is sending three people to the Firefighter Games: him, Lucy Donato, and Lena Bosko.
They all finished their academy together. He and Lena worked side by side graduation, while Lucy served at Station 133 before transferring to theirs last year. Now reunited, and both are Chris's top favorites.
And seeing how close they were, their captain decided to send them here. Roght in the middle of fucking Nashville.
Okay, fine. The view of the city is actually nice.
No—it's not just nice. It's great. It's vibrants, and full of colors. But as an L.A. guy, his own town is pretty famous too.
"Wow. This town is insane," Lena says, looking around as they step out of the car. And she isn't wrong—it really is insane.
It's packed with people and glowing with bright neon lights.
They check into their hotel, and thankfully, it looks really nice. It isn't the old, rundown place that Eddie had pictured before landing.
"Eddie, your room is 325, Lucy's is 326, and mine is 327," Lena says.
"Great. At least we're staying close." Lucy sighs with relief.
Luckily, they got separate rooms right next to each other. They all know they prefer sticking together rather than being apart.
After getting their room keys, they head up to their own room. They've arrive two days before practice begins, so they have plenty of time to explore the city or just relax inside.
Of course, Eddie prefers the latter option, but those two girls will eat him alive if he fails to join them out on the town.
Eddie sighs. He tosses his bag onto the mattress and opens it to unpack his things.
Ding!
The chime of his phone draws his attention. He turns, picks it up and unlocks the screen.
It's a notification from the Station 6 group chat. His captain asks about their hotel, and Lucy is the one who answers. Eddie just sends a quick text before switching over to his chat with his son.
They chat for a while until Chris sends him a photo of a table overflowing with food. Eddie smiles immediately—his Pepa and Abuela really love his son. They always treat Christopher so well that Eddie feels relieved.
Not long after, a text from Lucy pops up, asking to grab dinner together, to which Eddie agrees. Since his son needs to finish his meal as well, Eddie types out, 'I love you' and locks his phone Chris replies with a sticker.
Eddie stands up, stretches out his tight shoulders and step over to his back. He puuls out a tiny bottle of potion and drops a few drops onto his wrist.
He waits for five seconds before stepping out of the room to meet his friends. Lena and Lucy are already waiting right outside his door.
"Where are we going to eat?" Lena ask, pulling her phone to type something on the screen, maybe serching for a nearby restaurant.
"Anything is fine. I could eat a whole cow right now," Lucy says, rolling her eyes playfully before they all head toward the elevator together.
"Steak?" Lena shows them her phone screen. It looks good, so they all agree to fill their stomachs there.
Now the sky is completely black, making the neon signs in front of the shops glow even brighter. People are bustling around, heading out for dinner just like them. The street is lively—a bit too lively for Eddie's liking—but it isn't unbearable.
The restaurant isn't too far from their hotel. As they walk, they chat about their upcoming practice day; Lena is more than ready, Lucy is excited to meet firefighters from other stations, and Eddie just laugh along. Truth be told, he quite curious to see how stations from other states operate as well.
Dinner goes wonderfully. The steak is so delicious it actually brightens Eddie's mood. But just as they are about to hunt for some dessert, Lena runs into a few friends from her boxing gym. They invite the trio over to a bar across the street, and at first, Eddie wants to decline...
"Eddie, please. Just this once?"
…And that's how he ends up at the bar.
Luckily, it isn't as loud or crazy as Eddie feared—it’s actually a cozy, lively place. Lena sits with her crew, Lucy goes off to play pool, and Eddie sits at the counter, letting Lena catch up with her long-lost friends.
He orders a light drink just in case those two girls end up too drunk to walk, making sure he can get them both back to the hotel safely.
And because he doesn't want to get drunk, either. He has a low alcohol tolerance, and his guard will drop if he drinks too much.
Eddie takes a slow sip, his sharp eyes idly scanning the dimly lit bar. The noise of clinking glasses and loud chatter fills the air, but none of it catches his interest—until a sudden scent hits him.
It slices right through the heavy smell of alcohol, sweat, and stale smoke.
It’s an intoxicating aroma. Rich and earthy, like a deep forest after rain, mixed with a scorching, addictive sweetness that makes Eddie’s mouth water instantly. His heart skips a beat—or it would, if it still beat like a human’s.
Eddie quickly turns his head toward the source.
And that’s when he sees him.
A tall, broad-shouldered man sits at the edge of the bar counter, nursing a bottle of beer. His body radiates a powerful warmth even from feet away.
That man is huge, and—okay, he is undeniably handsome. Just as mesmerizing as his scent.
Maybe Eddie stares for too long, because the stranger suddenly turns around, and their eyes lock.
Piercing, ocean-blue eyes meet Eddie's.
The air between them instantly turns heavy, thick with an unspoken, magnetic pull. Eddie's fangs ache behind his gums, throbbing with a sudden, ravenous hunger.
Fuck—he needs it. This man's blood smells like the purest, most potent prey Eddie has ever encountered in his centuries of existence.
The handsome stranger holds his gaze for a long moment before a faint smirk touches his lips. He downs the rest of his drink, says something to a friend nearby, then stands up and walks straight toward the back hallway where the restrooms are located. He casts one last side-glance at Eddie before disappearing around the corner.
This is an invitation.
Eddie doesn't hesitate. He slips off his barstool, leaves a quick message for Lena and Lucy in their group chat, and glides through the crowd like a shadow.
Every instinct in his vampire blood screams at him to follow that heavenly scent. It’s too intoxicating to resist, making Eddie’s head spin.
God, he has never felt like this before.
Eddie has had plenty of prey over his hundred-plus years. Most just smell like ordinary blood; a few smell good. But a scent like this? Never.
He pushes the restroom door open and steps inside. Fortunately, the room is empty—no sign of the man either. But just as he takes another step forward, the lock clicks behind him.
Before Eddie can locate the source of that sweet blood, a warm, massive hand grips his waist, pinning him gently against the wall tiles. Eddie gasps as the man’s scent wraps around him—so overwhelming and hot that his knees go weak.
"Followed me all the way here, huh?" a deep, raspy voice rumbles near Eddie's ear.
Eddie looks up, his pupils dilating as he catches those glowing blue eyes in the dim light. He parts his lips, intending to sink his fangs right into the man's neck—
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I don't mind a little bathroom fun," the man mutters with a husky chuckle.
Before he can explain that he only wants his blood, warm, full lips crush against his in a deep, bruising kiss.
Oh, fucking God—this isn't what he planned—
But this man is good at this. Eddie can tell right away that he’s a player. The stranger bites Eddie's bottom lip gently before sliding his tongue inside. Fuck, he has the largest, wettest tongue Eddie has ever felt. It completely fills Eddie's mouth, making it hard to breathe.
The wet sounds of their kiss echo through the restroom.
It's filthy and lewd, making Eddie dizzy. And this time, it’s not just from the scent.
He meant to bite him—to sink his fangs into that warm neck and drain that sweet blood. Not swallow his hot saliva like a desperate teenager.
Eddie's head spins. The sheer presence radiating from this man melts his vampire instincts. Instead of pushing him away, Eddie lets out a soft moan, gripping the man’s broad shoulders as his knees give out.
He is completely drunk on this scent.
Without realizing it, Eddie's body moves on pure desire. He slides down the wall, sinking to his knees right in front of the taller man.
The stranger lets out a low groan above him, his blue eyes darkening with arousal. Eddie looks up with hazy eyes, his hands trembling as he pulls down the man's jeans.
Oh God, he is massive.
The man's cock springs free, brushing against Eddie's cheek. The scent is so divine it makes his mouth water all over again.
He gently touches the warm, thick length. Eddie has sucked cock before, of course—he’s gay, and sex is the easiest way to seduce his prey.
But this one—fuck. It's huge, smells incredible, and the reddish tip is already glistening with precum.
It looks delicious.
Eddie parts his lips, swallowing the thick, throbbing length into his mouth, taking him deep. He takes care to keep his fangs tucked away, licking and suckling with desperate desire, completely lost in the taste and heat.
Every slide of his mouth drives the man wild. The stranger grips Eddie’s hair tightly, thrusting his hips forward with heavy breaths, riding Eddie's mouth relentlessly.
He feels it deep in his throat as the thick head slams against his palate. His eyes roll back. The man doesn't go easy on him at all, thrusting like Eddie is his personal toy. And Eddie loves it—he loves being used like this, feeling this cock fill every inch of his mouth.
The sweet, earthy scent continues to wreck his mind. It feels like he’s already drinking the man's blood, but it's just precum.
"Fuck—sweetheart..." The taller man grunts, roughly pulling Eddie up by his arms before he can finish. Eddie lets out a needy whine at the loss. "Come to my room?"
Eddie stumbles, his head throbbing with sweet dizziness. He needs to drink this blood. Yes, he can drink it back at the room. So, he nods without hesitation.
His vision blurs as the stranger effortlessly scoops him up, carrying him out through the bar’s back exit and straight toward the hotel across the street.
Eddie buries his flushed face into the crook of the man's neck, inhaling that addictive aroma. His dazed mind tries to focus:
It's fine... he'll just drink his blood in the room... Yeah, he'll taste him there...
The moment the hotel room door clicks shut, Eddie is tossed gently onto the plush mattress.
His head is still spinning, floating in a cloud of scent. Eddie blinks through his lashes, his fangs tingling behind his lips.
Now he can bite him. He just want his neck...
Eddie lifts his trembling arms, wrapping them around the stranger's thick neck to pull him down. His nose brushes soft skin. God, it smells so good... He's going to drink his fill.
But before he can sink his fangs into that flesh, strong hands grab both of his arms, pinning them above his head into the pillows. The weight pressing down on him makes Eddie moan out.
"Eager, aren't you?" The stranger chuckles—a low, dangerous sound that sends a shiver straight down Eddie's spine.
Fuck. That’s not what he meant!
He sees a boyish grin spread across the stranger's face before the man releases his both arms and slowly strips off Eddie's clothes.
Every touch of those rough hands on Eddie's bare skin feels hot like fire, melting away his strength. Eddie wriggles beneath him, his body giving in to every touch. He arches his back as a small, needy moan escapes his mouth instead of a bite.
"You sound so beautiful, sweetheart..."
The man kisses his forehead gently before taking off his own shirt. The tattoos across his massive chest make Eddie even dizzier. This man is insanely hot.
Bright blue eyes scan Eddie's bare body. The faint birthmark above his eye makes him even more attractive.
God—
"You look so hungry, honey."
Yes, please just give me your sweet blood.
But all that leaves Eddie's lips is a soft groan. His skin burns hot even though his heart no longer beats like a human's. He can feel his face flushing.
The stranger strips off his jeans and briefs in one motion, letting his cock free again, pointing at Eddie with a thick, flushed length.
How did Eddie even deep-throat this thing earlier without choking?
This cock is massive—thick, long, and covered in veins like something out of a porn video.
God... Eddie can't even wrap his hand fully around it.
"Like what you see?"
"Mmmhh..." Eddie mirmurs, his brain too hot to form proper words.
"Good." The man kneels on the mattress, grabbing Eddie's legs and bending them back. The position leaves Eddie completely exposed, his hole clenching at the empty air.
"Look at that... your hole is so beautiful, honey. I'm going to eat you out..."
Then, a wet, warm tongue touches his rim, making Eddie jolt on the bed. Before he can speak, rough hands spread his cheeks apart, working that big tongue inside.
"Ahh" A high-pitched gasp tears from Eddie's throat as the stranger licks him rapidly, wet sounds echoing through the room. He buries his face deeper while his rough hands squeeze Eddie's bare ass mercilessly. It hurts, but it feels incredible.
Every stroke of that tongue drives Eddie insane. He can feel every inch of it inside him.
"F—mmhh!"
God—that tongue—is hitting his prostate so hard.
A loud moan spills from his lips, his eyes rolling back. This man is working his hole like a hungry beast. Eddie can't think straight, but he loves it—he loves being eaten out like this.
Then it stops. The slick tongue slowly pulls out, leaving Eddie whimpering at the sudden loss.
"Shhh... calm down, baby. I'm going to fuck you good..."
Eddie sobs, completely forgetting why he came here in the first place. The blood doesn't matter anymore. Right now, he just wants to be fucked.
"Fuck me—please. Give me your cock."
"Greedy boy."
The deep, raspy voice makes him dizzy. Eddie’s fingers automatically reach down toward his own hole, slick with saliva. He tries to open himself up, but a much larger hand gently brushes his fingers aside.
"Can I fuck you raw? I'm clean," the stranger asks. Eddie nods instantly, pulling his fingers back to spread his own cheeks wider.
"Please."
The giant lets out a low, dangerous growl. He grabs Eddie's thighs with his massive hands, pulling Eddie’s hips flush against his own. Without any barrier, the blunt, throbbing head of his thick length presses directly against Eddie's wet entrance.
The intense heat radiating off the man’s bare skin makes Eddie’s toes curl into the sheets.
"Hold onto the bed, sweetheart..." the stranger rasps into Eddie’s ear, nipping gently at his collarbone as he positions himself.
Before Eddie can even catch his breath, the man snaps his hips forward—sinking his thick cock straight inside him in one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
"Ahhhh! Fuck!"
A sharp, shattered scream tears from Eddie’s throat. His head snaps back, his spine arching off the mattress as the overwhelming stretch fills him completely.
His inner walls burn—a good, intoxicating burn that brings tears to his eyes.
He feels so fucking full. There’s no space between them, no protection—just pure, scorching skin-to-skin contact.
"Fuck, you feel unbelievable..." the man groans heavily, his fingers digging into Eddie’s waist, leaving faint red marks as he begins a hard, punishing rhythm.
The sound of heavy friction fills the quiet room, driving them both out of their minds.
Eddie can barely catch his breath. Every time the stranger pulls back and slams deep into his body, a blinding shockwave of pleasure shoots straight to his brain.
He is a vampire. He is supposed to be strong and in control. But right now, pinned beneath this massive body, Eddie feels so small, so utterly helpless.
And he loves it. He loves being beneath this man.
The scent—that intoxicating mix of sweet forest and wild, animalistic heat—clouds Eddie's mind like a drug. He can't think. All he knows is the thick, burning weight filling him up inside.
"Right there—unnngg!" Eddie cries out, his fingers desperately digging into the bedsheets, spreading his legs wider.
The stranger grunts, his heavy chest heaving as he hits that exact spot over and over. "You like that, sweetheart? Taking all of me?"
Eddie nods frantically, his hair a messy halo on the pillow. He feels the blunt head rubbing perfectly against his prostate with every brutal thrust.
His vision swims in white.
His fangs throb sharply behind his lips, but no longer out of thirst for blood—it’s raw lust.
Driven by instinct, Eddie reaches up, wrapping his arms around those broad shoulders. He pulls the man down, capturing his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. The stranger kisses him back hungrily, their tongues tangling just as wildly as their bodies below. The taste of leftover beer and hot saliva makes Eddie even dizzier.
The rhythm quickens, wet slaps echoing through the room. Eddie sobs into the kiss, wrapping his legs tightly around the stranger’s waist to take him even deeper.
"Fuck, more—more!" Eddie screams out, completely helpless. He whimpers into the stranger's neck, his nails leaving red scratches across his back.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're so damn tight... I'm going to cum inside you," the man groans against Eddie's ear, his voice dropping into a low, primal growl.
The pressure inside Eddie builds to a breaking point. His untouched, flushed cock—glistening with precum—twitches wildly against his stomach.
"Cum—cum in me, please—" Eddie cries out, his eyes rolling back as he locks his ankles behind the bigger man's back, pulling him as close as physically possible.
That desperate plea shatters the stranger's last bit of control. With a guttural, animalistic roar, the man thrusts deep three more times—burying his thick length all the way inside Eddie’s hot core.
On the final push, the stranger freezes, pouring his hot, heavy seed straight into Eddie's entrance.
"Ahh—! F-Fuck!"
The intense heat flooding inside him triggers Eddie's orgasm. Without anyone touching it, his cock spurts a thick mess over his own chest and stomach, his body trembling in a breathless release.
The world spins. Eddie collapses back onto the mattress, panting heavily, his vision swimming with sweet, hazy dizziness as the stranger gently collapses on top of him, burying his face in Eddie's neck.
Eddie feels the man nipping at his skin between kisses. Then, the cock inside his hole begins to thrust again.
"Mmmhhh..."
He can't think straight; his body is far too sensitive. But he can feel how hard the man's cock still is. It hasn't softened at all. It remains rock-hard, grinding back into a greedy rhythm.
That thick head slams into Eddie's prostate again, wringing a cry from his lips as tears spill down his cheeks. It feels so intense that it terrifies him.
"Wait—"
Just like that, Eddie feels his world spin. The stranger lifts Eddie up, placing him on his lap with that massive cock still buried inside. Eddie lets out a loud moan as he feels cum dripping from his hole along the length of the cock.
Eddie tries to push him away, but the man is too strong. Big arms wrap around Eddie's waist, pulling him down in a relentless rhythm.
"Ah!!"
God—he can't survive this guy.
His legs wrap around the stranger's hips, trying desperately to slow the pace, but he can't. The sound of skin slamming together fills the room again, mixed with Eddie's sobbing.
His cock rubs against the man's stomach, making Eddie cry. It’s so sensitive now, red and leaking precum like a fountain.
"Wait! I can't—ahh!" Eddie sobs, but the man is completely deaf to his pleas.
The stranger grips Eddie’s waist with white-knuckled strength, hoisting him up and slamming him down onto his thick length over and over. Every brutal thrust hits right against Eddie's prostate, sending electric shocks straight through his spine.
Eddie’s head rolls back, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling helplessly on the man's lap.
The stranger's body temperature skyrockets, radiating a scorching heat that makes Eddie gasp. When the man lifts his head, Eddie sees his face flushed as if drunk—but those ocean-blue eyes bleed into a wild, primal gold. He isn't just riding Eddie—he is going into heat.
Fuck! This guy isn't human. He's a fucking werewolf!
Before Eddie can react, he feels a sudden, agonizing expansion deep inside his tight core. The base of the stranger's cock swells rapidly, growing bigger and thicker by the second.
"No... ah! What is—what are you doing to me?!" Eddie panics, his eyes widening in shock.
He frantically tries to lift his hips, to push himself off the wolf's lap, but it’s impossible. The swollen base locks him tightly in place, sealing them together so flush that not a single drop of slick can escape.
He is being knotted.
The sheer pressure of the knot stretching his inner walls drives Eddie insane. A high-pitched cry tears from his throat as he hangs limply around the man's neck, completely trapped, fully filled, and helpless on his lap.
Eddie groans softly, his hands pressing weakly against the man's chest. "Please... it's too big... let me off—"
But the stranger is completely lost to his wild heat. Instead of waiting for the knot to go down, the wolf grips Eddie's hips tightly and thrusts.
"Aahh! Fuck!"
A sharp scream tears from Eddie's throat. The massive, swollen knot grinds ruthlessly against his tight walls, stretching him far past his limits.
Every tiny, punishing movement on the man's lap sends a blinding wave of pleasure and pain straight to Eddie's brain.
He can't pull away. He is literally stuck, locked onto the stranger's throbbing length while continues to roll his hips in a needy rhythm.
"Ah! Stop—stop moving!" Eddie sobs, his eyes filled with tears as his body shudders violently. The heat and friction drive him insane. He feels like he's going to snap in half.
He can't take it anymore. His mind completely breaks under the pressure.
Driven by pure survival instinct, Eddie leans forward and buries his face into the side of the wolf's hot neck.
His vampire fangs throb sharply behind his lips—and he sinks them deep into the warm flesh.
Puncture.
"Mmph—!"
The instant his fangs tear through skin, rich, heavenly blood floods into Eddie's mouth. It's hot, sweet, and bursting with raw energy. Eddie groans greedily against the wound, clamping his jaw tight, suckling the hot crimson flow as a desperate way to anchor himself through the unbearable pleasure of being knotted.
"Ahhh!" The wolf grunts, but he doesn't push Eddie off. Instead, he fucks him harder, pounding deep until Eddie can barely think. Eddie is completely drunk on the man's blood, filled up from both ends.
Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck,
The wolf grabs both of Eddie's ass cheeks tightly before thrusting one last time. The thick head hits Eddie's prostate hard enough to make him spurt a clear liquid all over both of them. It feels so overwhelmingly good that Eddie sobs as he pulls his fangs out.
Did he just... squirt?
Before he can even process what just happened, a large hand yanks his hair back, exposing his neck before sharp canine teeth bite down into the side of Eddie's nape.
At the same time, a second wave of cum floods into Eddie's hole, making his stomach feel warm and heavy. Sealed in by the knot, the hot liquid stays locked inside while Eddie makes a complete mess on the outside.
He is tired. So fucking tired.
Eddie wakes up with a throbbing ache.
His body feels like he just took the fire academy’s final exam five times in a row. Aches radiate through every muscle, especially his lower back.
And his ass.
Fuck. Last night, he actually had sex with a werewolf.
They aren't mortal enemies like they were a hundread years ago, but running into each other like this is still practically unheard of.
What are the odds?
Eddie sighs and looks around. The room is spotless now, completely stripped of last night’s mess. Fresh sheets cover the bed—the man likely asked the front desk for a change.
And Eddie himself is clean. Stark naked, of course.
Silence fills the room. Where did that man go?
Oh.
It was just a one-night stand. Maybe the wolf didn't want to face a vampire in the morning—assuming he even realized Eddie wasn't human.
That’s fine. Eddie just needs to find his clothes and leave too.
Yet, he doesn't know why his heart aches with a strange, hollow emptiness. It makes no sense. He shouldn't feel like this over a stranger.
Suddenly, a sting hits his eyes.
"Fuck. What is wrong with—"
BANG!
"—me...?"
Eddie blinks, dragging his gaze from the mattress to the door that just slammed open. Standing in the frame is a tall, panting man. His face is flushed red—as if he just sprinted all the way back.
The werewolf from last night.
Before Eddie can speak, the man storms over to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking down at Eddie with glistening, bright blue eyes.
"Um—how are you feeling? I brought you some pain medicine. Just in case."
His voice isn't nearly as deep as it was last night. And those massive hands look almost tentative as he hands over a small paper bag.
Okay, this is cute, though.
"I... I felt you waking up, so I ran back without grabbing breakfast... If you're hungry, you can order room service."
"What do you mean, you felt me?" Eddie frowns. Does this room have a camera or something?
The wolf shifts his gaze down to the floor, suddenly finding the carpet fascinating.
"Hey—"
"I mated with you."
Oh.
"By... by biting you. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I didn't even know I was going into heat! My cycle isn't supposed to start until next week... I'm so sorry."
So that’s why Eddie woke up feeling so empty. His mate was too far away.
Vampire or not, Eddie knows plenty about werewolf lore. He knows a mating mark can't be undone until one of them dies.
There’s no changing it.
"It's okay."
"It is?"
"Yes. We can't change it anyway."
"I'm really sorry."
The sad, pouting wolf looks less like a predator and more like a needy Golden Retriever right now. He’s completely different from the beast in bed. If he had wolf ears, they’d be pinned flat against his head.
Maybe he spiritually does.
"It's fine. We can be mates."
"You—you know what that means, right?"
"Of course. I'll help you when your ruts—or heats things come. But in exchange, you have to let me drink your blood."
"Okay! You can have my blood whenever you want."
"That easy?"
Those ocean-blue eyes light up instantly with sheer joy. Fuck—it actually brightens Eddie’s mood, too. This mate bond really is powerful, huh?
"Yes! I didn't know you were a vampire at first, but I don't care. I'll give you whatever you need."
Eddie lets out a soft smile. "I use a potion to cover my scent. It's no surprise you couldn't tell, even with a werewolf's nose."
The wolf turns bright red, which Eddie finds unexpectedly endearing.
"Oh—um. I'm Buck, by the way..."
Eddie chuckles out loud. They tied the knot, bit each other, and became mates before even exchanging names.
"I'm Eddie. Nice to meet you, Buck."
"Nice to meet you too, Eddie."