Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt. Props to Fuyumi Ono for entertaining us with things that go bump in the night.
Silent Treatment
Day Twenty-Two
11:10AM
Mai glanced forlornly at the more energetic end of the train cart, wanting to be a part of the liveliness yet feeling obligated to stay by Naru's side, who was ignoring the crowd in favour of reading. Parapsychology, she observed the title. How… expected. She smoothed her skirt over her knees then sighed softly.
Twice, she had attempted a conversation with the brooding male; and twice, she had been shot down by a single look. That had never deterred her before, but Naru was a challenge. He's extremely crabby.
"Naru…"
There was that look again.
Oh, this will be difficult.
Prompt: Smooth