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allison blinked once, managing to stop herself from doing it again. she glanced down at her drink, a wrinkle forming before her brows, before looking back up at the other. her shoulders rose in a half-hearted shrug. “it tasted real to me,” she said, “but i’m not some sort of coffee expert or snob.” she’d honestly debated getting a cup of hot cocoa instead but opted for a mocha as a caffeinated middle ground. “maybe they messed up your order?” she offered, feeling a little strange about the turn of this conversation. she supposed she should be grateful. the other didn’t recognize her. this was just a normal chat about coffee. right? maybe the other was socially anxious and trying to get better by forcing herself into conversation. maybe she was just that friendly. some people were. she’d experienced it when she first moved to beacon hills, though high school was a little different. there was always the possibility the other did recognize her and was trying to make sure but for her own sake, allison was pretending that couldn’t be the case.
mia was getting the sense that this girl had no idea what she was talking about, and she realized now that she was actually saying that stuff out loud as her eyes widened and she continued to stare at the brunette. maybe it wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but she was intrigued. and a little worried that maybe she’d gone astray with her powers in her sleep or something and brought a stranger back from the dead. that would be a pretty big mess to try and solve. or maybe this girl really was just another ghost that was going to start frequenting mia’s life. she already had several. did this girl know she was a spirit? mia could sense it in everything about her, like her own version of a spidey sense. and she didn’t know if she had the heart to even try to bring that up. “um, sorry.. i just-” she stopped, not even sure how to approach this. “i don’t mean to be blunt, but are you dead?”















