Chapter 3: on my own

It's been 4 years since that birthday. Since then I have found zero leads on anything from my past. I have made a little life for myself however.

I work 4 nights a week at a bar called Smokies. The rest of my time is spent researching. People would not believe the things I have discovered.

I still get visits from my ghost "friends" some pleasant and some not so pleasant. In my research I found out that there are people like me... Guess that means I'm not alone in this world after all. At least I know now I can take my "talent " and use it for good. So yeah... I help them cross over and whatnot.

So that catches us up to now. I am a 20 year old bartender that is researching the paranormal and trying to find my place in this crazy world.

While wiping down the bar I happened to look up and see the most beautiful pair of green eyes staring me down from across the room. "Here we go" I thought to myself. This always happens now and then. But this wasn't the typical old drunk guy. This guy was actually kind of hot.

He was standing next to a taller man with long hair. Kinda adorable like maybe a puppy dog. The shorter one had the bad boy look to him and looked dangerous.

He began walking up to the bar flashing me a charming smile.

He finally reached me and held his hand out. "Hi. I'm Dean. And you are?"

OK I have never been the girl to get butterflies in her stomach or be all giddy school girlish, face it, my best buddies are dead, but his voice sent chills down my spine. And not in a bad way either.

I took his hand to shake it and could feel sparks. "Makenzie. It's nice to meet you."

A/N hi guys! Ya miss me? Been having phone trouble and soooo now been able to get on here much... I will try to update again as soon as I can though... big shout out to my very dear friend Mishel-10 for getting on my butt about updating! Hope you enjoyed!