"Ah I feel so refreshed," Lucas pulled away just as the stall door swung open. A draft? So annoying, I huffed, turning my head and rubbing my swollen lips.
I didn't know how it happened, but we'd spent thirty minutes making out in a bathroom stall.
"Hey little shaman? Earlier did you feel other weird presence in here?" Lucas asked.
How could I when my spiritual energy was actively working against me and I couldn't touch my tools anymore? Plus, I was a bit distracted!
"No," I hissed at him.
Lucas kicked the stall open. "There's no one here."
"There's clearly a draft," I sighed. "A ghost wouldn't be as strong here because no one's ever died in this bathroom. And even if there was a ghost I can't sense them-"
"No, I heard something." Lucas insisted. Yet why couldn't I hear it? "You scared?"
"Let's just go already," I rolled my eyes at him. "I have to change out of these wet underwear."
"Want to come to my place? I have underwear in your size," he said.
"Why?"
