“Teddy...” Nellie looks over slowly at him by the CD stacks, wide eyes nervously trailing the rows of vinyl she’s restocking until they land on him skeptically. “Got a question for ya.” She feels the need to announce it instead of just diving in, mostly to stall, because she thinks he might laugh at her. Nellie can’t name a single person at Volume who might take her question seriously. Except maybe Josie. And Mack, too. Well, actually, probably Kem now that she considers it. Not because she thinks he’ll agree, but because he always says the right thing. And, you know what, may- “Don’t laugh or ‘nothin, though, be honest, okay?” She nearly pouts, manicured fingers tapping the back of a record. “Do you believe in ghosts?” Because she’s pretty sure someone’s stalking her and it ain’t anyone she’d like to stalk her, like Nick Lachey and the rest of 98 degrees. @scnteria