She disengages from him, smoothing the front of his shirt and moving to hand him his mug. That done, she pushes her hair back from her face, twisting it back into a knot that refuses to stay tied. Doesn't matter.
She goes through the motion of making her own mug, and limits herself to four sugars. Breathe, just breathe, Alex. A long sigh, and she closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she's a bit more collected.
'So are you going to tell me what happened?'
Maybe she can figure out why she saw his ghost in the first place.
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She disengages from him, smoothing the front of his shirt and moving to hand him his mug. That done, she pushes her hair back from her face, twisting it back into a knot that refuses to stay tied. Doesn't matter.
She goes through the motion of making her own mug, and limits herself to four sugars. Breathe, just breathe, Alex. A long sigh, and she closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she's a bit more collected.
'So are you going to tell me what happened?'
Maybe she can figure out why she saw his ghost in the first place.