She messaged her bestie, "I'm telling you, the handsome guy from last night isn't the Alluring Ghost. I saw him again today!"
Her bestie replied, "You've got a ghost haunting you."
She replied, "I'm immune to a hundred spirits."
Knock, knock, knock.
The table in front of her was tapped, Piper Harmon looked up, and then her eyes started to gleam.
Wow, it's that Alluring Ghost.
He looks even better in the daytime, that kind of bold-face series, the light leaking in from outside just so, it's killing me.
"That one's all used up."
He pointed at the nearby shelf.
Piper Harmon leaned over to see, "What?"
"The notebook for writing suggestions and comments."
Piper Harmon realized, "Oh." She pulled out a new one from the drawer, handed it over, and thoughtfully passed him a pen as well.
He said thanks, pulled off the pen cap, and started writing in the suggestions notebook.
The notebook hadn't been changed for several months, as it was rare for anyone to leave comments, and Piper Harmon couldn't help but let her gaze drift over, sneaking a peek at what he was writing. She couldn't make out the words, but saw his hand—long jointed, not particularly fair, but with clean-cut nails, not delicate fingertips, and the veins on the back of his hand were somewhat prominent; it wasn't a dainty jade hand, but a pair that radiated strength.
Piper Harmon noticed something about his index finger, "Your hand..."
The pen tip paused.
Wyatt Wright looked up, "Hmm?"
That voice... damn, so smooth!
Piper Harmon swore, she really wasn't boy-crazy normally, "Your hand is bleeding." She fumbled in the drawer for a box of band-aids, "These are new, I haven't used any."
His index fingertip was stained with blood.
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but didn't refuse, "Thank you."
Piper Harmon swore again, she really wasn't boy-crazy, "Fifteen bucks a box." She took out her phone, "Can you scan on Whatsapp?"
He seemed like a very gentlemanly person, even when turning someone down, there was not a hint of rudeness, "Sorry, my phone is dead, is cash okay?" He took out a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet, placed it on the table, finally signed his name in the suggestions book, capped the pen, laid it down, and set it on top of the bill, "Thank you."
He picked up the box of band-aids, put the suggestions book back on the shelf, and left.
Piper Harmon watched him go, sighing, "Ah." She didn't want twenty dollars; she wanted his Whatsapp number!
When he was out of sight, Piper Harmon ran to check the suggestions book.
"The stainless steel guardrail outside the Mourning Hall (count the third bar from the left to the right) is broken."
The signature was flamboyant, just two characters.
"Wyatt..."
What was it again? The signature, though beautiful and strong, was a bit too connected to read clearly.
Piper Harmon picked up her phone and told her bestie, "Just now, the Alluring Ghost gave me twenty bucks."
Her bestie: "Damn, as in... hell money???"
Piper Harmon: "..."
Such a bestie, ruining so many romantic moments for her.
Levi Wright had been waiting in the parking lot for about fifteen minutes before his brother came over.
"Here." Levi Wright nodded toward his chin, "Your car got scratched."
There was a long scratch on the passenger door, and the responsible person seemed decent enough to have left a note under the windshield wiper.
The note read, "I'm sorry sir, I scratched your car. Below is my number, please contact me, and I will cover all the repair costs."
Levi Wright remembered, "Was it the girl this morning?"
Around eight in the morning, he and Wyatt Wright went to Museum Village's cafeteria for breakfast and saw a girl in a pink wool skirt looking at this car. Her pink electric scooter was parked nearby.
Yeah, that was her.
Wyatt Wright watched as she put the note with her number under the wiper.
He took a pen from the glove compartment and wrote on the paper: no need to compensate.
Tossing the pen back into the car, he left the box of band-aids pressing down the note, placed on the pink electric scooter.