The Haunted_Edit Copy 4-7-17

I gave them a little bit of background information on me
right there, telling them about my job and where I went to school
and that I lived very close by. They in turn told me that Daisy
worked for a florist and Richard was a dental hygienist. Go figure,
right?
Once all the mugs had been emptied, we all stood up to say
goodbye. The directors of the paranormal group both shook my hand
again and congratulated me. Daisy said she would look forward to
seeing me on Saturday, and then they said farewell to Tucker, too.
After they departed for their vehicle, I reached into my
pocket to fish out my keys, but Tucker interrupted my search when
he threw his arms around me. “Congrats, Chels!” I think he tried to
lift me off the ground, but it didn’t work out, so he settled for
swinging me from side to side excitedly.
“Help! Assault!” I squealed sarcastically as I pretended to
try and wiggle away. Really, I was just as excited as he was. I could
barely believe I’d actually just had that conversation, and they were
all congratulating my membership to a ghost hunting organization.
Seriously. Ghost. Hunting. And me. In the same group.
He laughed and let me go, then reached into his own pocket.
A glance at his phone told him the time. “It’s only 8:30. Do you
want to come over for a little bit?”
My heart thudded hard into my ribs. We hadn’t been to
Tucker’s place since the very first time we kissed. Whenever we
hung out, it was always in public or at a stranger’s house for an
investigation. The prospect of being alone with him, with no one
else around, was even more exciting than my acceptance into LHPR.
“I guess I don’t have anything better to do.” I rolled my eyes
upwards coyly, trying to look bored.
Tucker bent over in a mock bow. “Oh, thank you, Princess,
for taking time to grace me with your presence.”
I fell right into the role. “You are most welcome, lowly
commoner. I also give you permission to carry me down the street
to your house. I am most exhausted from my long day of looking in
the mirror and brushing my hair.” I flipped said hair over my
shoulder dramatically.
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