I have a date with the zombies.

In the city corner of the night, he's a cold-looking antique businessman, who hides the identity of a hundred-year-old zombie under a tuxedo, a common white collar who accidentally gets caught in a psychic event and is attracted by his deep eyes, and in the late night's antique store, two people are getting closer, his fingertips are getting closer to her neck, breathing close to her ear, her hands are holding his sleeve, and her body is shuddering, and the neon lights are on their faces, and he whispers a dangerous and sweet breath in the air, and she starts to look back on her feet, and her eyes are burning in curiosity and desire, and suddenly a white light is flashing out of the window.