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“I know.” Huck grimaced. “Sorry. That sounds creepy. I mean, we’ve heard you and the other people. The living people. I just, uh, just so happened to catch your name.”
“That’s fine.” Grant smiled again. Damn, he had such a nice smile. “May I know your name?”
“Huck.”
“Huck what?”
“I…” Huck frowned. “I’m not sure.” He closed his eyes and strained to remember. “Oh! Sharpe. With an e.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Huck Sharpe with an e.” Grant pulled his hand away from the table hesitantly. He seemed more sure of himself now, and he lowered the flashlight. “Can you still hear me all right?”
“Yeah.” Huck stepped a little closer. “What is this, like a cell phone thing? Hey, can you hear me now?”
Grant laughed. “Something like that. I wanted to make sure we had a good connection before I put you on speaker.”
“Huh?”
“Heh. Sorry, I just kept going with the phone thing. It made sense in my head.” Grant grimaced. “Think of spiritual energy like a cell phone network. Touching things around an area helps me get connected to it so then I can, like, call you? But if I let go, sometimes that disrupts the connection, and the call will drop. Luckily, you have a really strong signal, so I don’t need to stay physically attached to anything to talk to you right now.”
“Right.” Huck fidgeted. He had absolutely no idea what to say to fill the growing silence.
What would Precipitation do?
Wait, no, he shouldn’t do anything that Precipitation would!
Fuck, fuck,fuck!
This was Huck’s one chance to talk to a cute guy, and he had absolutely no idea what to say. This super cute medium was going to think he was an absolute idiot and never want to talk to him again.
A tiny pair of feet was clicking over their way, and Huck sighed in relief.
It was Mrs. Charles, ready for dinner, and charging right toward them.
Grant must have heard her as well because he turned to say, “Oh! Hello there.”
“You might want to move,” Huck warned. “She can’t really hear you, and she’ll totally melt through you if you don’t.”
Grant sidestepped out of the way. “Melt?”
“One second.” Huck headed back to the table, waiting for Mrs. Charles to take her seat.
The chair moved on its own as if someone was pulling it out for her although this was technically done by Mrs. Charles herself, and she sat down with a happy little huff. She would next straighten out her dress, adjust her hat, and then she would reach for a bell that wasn’t there.
That was Huck’s cue.
He leaned in close, cleared his throat, and—
“What are you doing?” Grant asked.
“One sec! I swear! Then I’m all yours.” Huck looked just in time to see Mrs. Charles reach for the nonexistent bell and shouted, “Ding!”
Mrs. Charles set down the bell and waited patiently for her server to arrive. Once she seemed happy and was chatting away with the non-existent server, Huck retreated from the table back to Grant.
“What was that about?” Grant laughed. “You make the bell sound for her?”
“Yeah, it’s a long story. Although, well, that’s really the whole thing, I guess.”
“Are you mine now?” Grant made a small sound and then clarified, “I mean, are you free now? To talk?”
