illuminated directly under a street light, her pale hair waved in the wind ever so slightly. Her eyes wide with… Surprise? Terror perhaps? He couldn't tell all that much. Except for the fact that she was struggling to find something. Her head left and right, but she soon forgot her quest. Distinctively, you could hear an old man stomp down and old staircase, loudly grumbling "Nicky! Get ya ass ova here!" The girl backed away from the front door.
The man approached her angrily, waving an empty beer bottle in her face. "Where the rest of it? Where did ya put it?" His voice slurred with eagerness.
The girl shook her head clearly with honesty. "You drank it", she told him over and over again but it just didn't work on the man. He eventually got more and more aggressive, and the conversation didn't matter anymore. But this girl had an irregular… calmness… to her voice. She didn't tell her father that he drank it like a robot when you have no emotion. Neither normally with that slight sassiness you have when you're mad but you choose the attitude way out to get the last laugh. No, none of those ridiculous moments in life. She just had this relaxed tone.
Then out of nowhere she just walked away. Her leather shoes tapping against the ground without a care in the world. The man hollered at her but she just thought: Whatever.
Damian raised an eyebrow in her direction as she came closer. "Come on girl, what's your catch?" He whispered to himself, which was actually kinda dumb because she probably can't acknowledge his existence anyway.
But she looked over at him. A sudden click in his teenage mind that would have sent his heart racing. But the longer he was a ghost- the longer he felt that he was losing his humanity. He practically forgot who he was, Damian just sounded like a blur of a reality that was a complete utopia. But that look, just making eye contact with her was magical. Not all that mushy 'Love at first sight' trash. It made him feel real for the first time in forever. But that wasn't the reason it felt magical. It looked magical because her eyes pinned him to the furthest of galaxies. Her eyes were… well… he didn't know how to describe them except for the fact that they were purple. Yes, purple. No, no contacts. They didn't have those in the 60s, not even in the peculiar 60s. Well, maybe in the peculiar 60s, I'll give in to that.
She lowered her voice as she picked up the empty beer bottle by his feet. "You shouldn't be here." She said whispered back, then her hair flipped over to the side, and just like that she was gone again. The bottle secretly is hidden within her warm hand, sitting along her back. Then… THWAK. (The man is on the floor, glass is everywhere, the girl makes it look like the man just passed out.) Talk about Boss.
She skipped up the steps but paused for some reason. "Omg, I'm soo sorry you had to see that."
Damian was appalled. "Omg, you can see me?" He said like an odd version of a teenage girl.
She narrowed her eyes at him, staring him down from the top of the small concrete staircase. "You make me not wanna say 'Omg' anymore."
"But Nicky~" He said dramatically. "You know I-"
She cut him off. "Do you need a place to stay for the night or not?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhh sure."
"Well come on then!"
"Are you sure you can see me?"
"Of course silly…"
