Re: Brianna, Brian, Open
"Thanks, Noah!" Brian called after him, giving a loose salute of two fingers. The mirror was talking. Of course it was. He shifted forward in his seat and leaned on his folded arms. "It's not a ghost," he offered. "Lucky's is on a hot spot, or is a hot spot. Best way I know to explain it? It's a magnet for weird. There's a wall in the bathroom we have to paint at least once a month. A symbol keeps showing up. James has a theory about it. I dunno." Beneath the table, his knee swayed back and forth.