Non-Human Library - Sierra Aguirre-Stoker and Shane Barrett

Sierra parks in the lot of the library and glances at her passenger. The sun has been down for at least an hour, but Shay still looks nervous about getting out of the car. "You still want to do this?"
He just nods.
Cody has been supplementing the LAPL's "Human Library Books" program with his suggestion of "(Non) Human Library" since they got the event off the ground. Robin's gone to almost all of them. Uncle John says Emma has gone a few times, when the events are in the evening late enough for her to feel comfortable going out but early enough she doesn't have to run her club.
But it's Shay's first time.
"I'm pretty sure half of the agency's going to be here. If anyone tries to harass you or pull something we'll deal with it." She's heard stories of people 'checking out' vampires only to try and poison them with garlic or expose them to UV light. There's a security process now, to make sure they're not carrying stakes or any other harmful items, but that doesn't mean someone can't get disturbingly creative.
"I'm not worried about that." He shrugs. "I just...I don't usually tell people about my past. Before I turned. They either pity me or start looking at me like somehow being an addict was worst than being a vampire." He tugs at the cuff of a sleeve. "If they ask what it's like to be me now, I can answer anything, but if they ask how it happened or what that was like..."
Sierra reaches across the car to rest her hands on his shoulders. The tension in his muscles is vibrating like an idling engine, and she rubs her thumbs into the back of his neck, hoping to ease it.
"You told me. And Pete."
"Yeah."
"And we don't treat you any different."
"Well, to be fair, I don't think it was going to get worse than handcuffed in the back seat of a Camaro."
"You are never going to let that one go, are you?"
He laughs. Halfhearted, but still real. "Nope."
"My point is, the people coming here, if they're being genuine, want to understand other people. They're not coming here to judge you. They're coming to learn what it's like to be you."
"Okay." He opens the car door. "Maybe you're right. I mean, I got to ride up front this time."
Sierra slaps his shoulder. "Okay, go on, get out of my car. I'm right behind you."