When Karl stepped into Miranda's office, his eyes immediately landed on the tall, golden-haired ghost standing near the desk. His breath caught, and for a second, he forgot all about the reason he was there.
Wait… that face… that hair… that smug-but-perfect look…
It hit him. Kaelan Nightmare. The Kaelan Nightmare.
Karl's eyes widened so much they almost popped out. He glanced around quickly — Miranda was busy flipping through some papers, the assistant was typing away, and no one else seemed to notice this historic moment of his life.
Without another thought, Karl made a beeline for Kaelan, moving like someone sneaking up on a celebrity in a grocery store.
Startled, Kaelan turned just as Karl stopped right in front of him, eyes shining.
"Oh. My. Goodness!" Karl grabbed his arm like they'd been friends forever. "I am your fan! Your biggest fan!"
Kaelan blinked, then chuckled at the sheer energy radiating from the blue-eyed ghost in front of him. "Really?"
