"Two spicy burritos please," I said as I took out twenty bucks and saw William doing the same.
"Please, keep it back, you can pay the next time," I spoke in hushed whispers.
"No way, you can do that the next time, I offered to eat so I get to pay," he said as he kept the money on the counter.
"Fair point, but next time no excuse."
"Got a nice appetite there, young lady," the elderly man spoke grinning, passing on two plates as I forced out a fake smile while William was in hysterics, laughing at me.
We took a spot on a bench that was hidden from most outsiders' view. I was still fuming from the comment made by the chef as William continued smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"So how did you give the money, like to other people did it seem like the money was floating in the air?"
"Well, I can kind of disappear stuff, mostly non-living stuff I mean, which takes up some of my energy," he said taking a huge bite.
I also took a bite and moaned at the exquisite flavour. William cleared his throat before talking,
"I told you na, this is some hotel quality food here."
I just responded by taking another huge bite. Aristotle jumped up while I tore and gave him some.
"So," I asked pushing him a little bit, "Where did you get the money?"
"From my personal savings," he said merely, shrugging nonchalantly, "Which are not stolen and are from-"
"When you were alive, yeah I get it," I said ending it for him.
"You can be a good detective."
"Too bad I don't like Sherlock Holmes."
To this, William just stared at me pausing from taking a bite.
"I'm just kidding! You should have seen your face," I said laughing out again.
He just sighed before speaking, "Good God, I can't talk to someone who doesn't like Sherlock Holmes."
"I had one last thing to ask."
"Ask away," he said looking at me intently.
"How did you change your clothes? I saw you in a different attire the other day," I asked frowning at the end.
"I thought Ms. Holmes could answer that. What would I do when shops are closed at night?" He said with a smirk.
"You stole!"
"Come on now, I'm not that naïve," he said chuckling as I stared at him openly.
No wonder.
We continued talking about random stuff or sharing embarrassing incidents. It felt almost close to talking to someone I had missed out on.
"And the lady was so scared when she saw the lights flickering and her ancient vase moving on its own, she left the apartment the next day."
I was wheezing by that point as William continued to share his stories of scaring people, including scaring a huge, muscled wrestler who ended up pissing himself and turning Catholic the very next day.
At least something good came from that.
"You got a little something on the corner of your mouth," William motioned with the action but that further smeared the sauce on his own mouth. I chuckled before producing a napkin from my backpack and wiping the corner of his mouth with him looking at me like a lost child. Being embarrassed, I quickly proceeded to clean mine feigning oblivion.
Aunt had already called me twice but my phone was silent so I sent her a text saying I was strolling in the park.
"Let's get you home, your parents might be worried," William said clearing his throat as neither of us looked at each other. His cheeks seemed tinted with a faint shade of red.
I fell silent hearing that, debating on correcting him but the thought of ruining the happy moment stopped me. With a shaky nod, we stood up dusting ourselves, and proceeded on our way. We soon reached my porch and I slowly turned toward him.
"Will you be coming to the game on Friday, William?" I asked. His posture stiffened as he stared at me, his eyes widening a bit.
"Did I say something wrong?" I questioned, baffled at his expression.
"No, it's just... it's been a long time since anyone called me by my name."
I stood bewildered at his confession as he started walking off in the dark streets, Aristotle wiggling in his arms.
"Yeah, I will see you at the game," he called out once and for all, "Thank you, I had a great day."
"Me too," I said more to myself as I thought how lonely he must have been all this time.
How long has he been dead?
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