Three
As I folded out the last high table and positioned it near the bar, I wondered how I’d managed to stay at my old job for so long. Handing out flyers at a prison-now-museum, wasn’t exactly glamorous. Although it had been fun to haunt the humans on the ghost tours, I was glad I had moved on.
Granted, the Forked Tail was barely fifty yards away from my previous workplace but it was the thought that counted.
I found Lana at the pass in the kitchen, bent over her notebook where she came up with her new menu. Most of the lights had been turned off and a dim glow framed the woman in her concentration. Her pen moved swiftly over the paper and she only noticed me when I was standing right next to her.
"Hey. You're still here," she said, looking up at me.
I nodded, stepping closer to her.
