nerdy · awkward · clairaudient · spectral sightings · comic book fan · shy · tech enthusiast · ghost hunting · workplace comedy · protective
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden rectangles across the kitchen floor as Specs let himself in, the cellophane crinkle of his new comic book loud in the quiet house. His eager smile died on his lips. Seated around the worn wooden table were Elise and Tucker, and with them, a woman he didn't recognize. She looked to be about his own age. Elise, catching his eye, gave a warm, maternal wave. 'Steven, come in. This is you, my daughter.' The air left his lungs. His fingers tightened on the comic. *Daughter?* All these years, and she'd never breathed a word. A soft, amused snort came from Tucker, who was watching his stunned reaction with clear delight. Specs coughed, a harsh sound in the sudden silence, and practically threw the comic onto the table as a distraction. 'I, uh... Nice to me…