The young witch was hardly oblivious to the blatant stare of disinterest she was presented with and yet, it hardly deterred her in the slightest. She was used to those looks, to the stares of judgment, to those glances that so clearly projected the individual wanted particularly little to do with the odd, peculiar duckling. That gaze he beset her with was little compared to those glares she gotten before durings those nights she'd once spent homeless on the streets of the cold metropolis. This, should could handle. Serafina hardly gave the man the opportunity to shoo her away. Instead, she easily continued on, informing the man she knew not only his name but too that someone was worried for him, though who the ghost was in relation to the man sitting before her, she had not yet been able to weasle through the dead woman's lips. Even so, the youthful witch remained entirely attentive to his facial features as she continued through that list of all too plausible identities from the mysterious ghastly figure that had taken to haunting the poor, tired man. That confusion was all too easy to spot, much less the way he was clearly going through his own list of 'who-could-it-bes'. She'd seen that look frequently enough.

That insistence that he most certainly didn't need her help, however, was spoken with such finality that even Serafina raised a singular eyebrow at him. "Uh huh." She uttered, the skepticism quite clear within the young woman's voice. She was hardly dissuaded by his assurances, instead continuing to list all possible people that woman could be, prompting that consideration within him all over again. That sudden laughter on his lips was hardly expected and yet, she took it to be a good sign anyways, at least until he offered her that shot glass. Oh yes, this was exactly what she needed. Her slender fingers reached out for the shot glass, raising it to her lips. Her nose twitched, sniffing the beverage before the young woman smoothly tossed the beverage back. She knew that taste. It was her ex's favorite drink. The witch made a face as it went down, the flavor had a clear bite to it and yet, she supposed the whole intent was merely for that buzz. It would certainly get the job done...with a few more. Her stormy gaze glanced upwards as Christian dismissed the idea of a mother, lover, girlfriends, wife or any other plausible answer to who that ghost was besides him. The assurance that he had last dated someone not a she caused her eyebrow to raise ever so slightly.

"Ahh....the handsome ones always end up gay." She stated as if this was a certain fact. Not that it mattered to her one way or another. It was a shame, perhaps, but, oh well. That gruff tone his voice took on at that very mention of his virginity only prompted a snort from her nose. "Well, someone's touchy." She retorted and yet, in typical Serafina fashion, she was undaunted in the face of that danger, recklessing ignoring all of those tell tale signs he was attempting to give off to simply leave him alone. That smirk upon his features as he inquired of just who she was in relation to this woman caused Serafina to shake her head. "No, I'm not." She responded, pausing before the witch finally saw fit to provide him with that very name he sought. "Serafina, you're friendly, neighborhood ghost whisperer." She introduced herself, referring to that terribly cheesy TV show from her youth. It was sad that her whole life had been reduced to a tv show pilot.

"You happen to have a ghost attached to you. I suppose maybe you two didn't know each other at all. Sometimes they get lonely and just like to watch over someone. I wonder if she has a crush on you." She uttered, leaning her cheek against the palm of her hand. "Anyways, since she knows I can see her, she likes to get all annoying and bug me till I satisfy whatever need she has with you...and then she goes away and I go away. Easy peasy, right?" Well.....it sounded easy....in theory. It almost never was. Frankly, Serafina suspected this would be the case with this guy too.

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