Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt. Props to Fuyumi Ono for entertaining us with things that go bump in the night.
Chasing Skirts
Day Nine
7:30PM
Ayako's night thus far had left her plenty exhausted and a little ornery. The absurd part-time monk had chased after her, proposing dates and initiating innuendos, and leaving her a blushing mess in front of important members of her corporation; and now, after causing her so much trouble, he was nowhere to be found.
She refused to acknowledge the mild disappointment that sprung up.
A giggle reached her ears.
Ayako's eyes narrowed on the monk like a target lock-on; not that he could see—so immersed, as he was, in chatting up the attractive chit hanging onto his every word.
Prompt: Mess