This new, not ghost might be exhausting, but he was cooking me food. Food equals energy so this balances out. I look at the cat’s bowls. It looks like he forgot to feed them. Wait a minute... “You have at least met the cats, right?”

“I assumed there must be cats, but I haven’t seen them. Which is sad, because I love animals.”

I could tell. He almost seemed like one himself, specifically a puppy, with his level of energy, and so early too. Puppy Luke, if I got a dog I always planned on naming him that. Do I have a puppy now?

Was he always like this, or was he just excited by the idea of ghosts? I shake my head and get up to fill the cats’ bowls.

I open the fridge and it was as though the two could sense that I was about to feed them, so they came into the kitchen. I’m honestly not sure where they had gone.

They woke me up and had run down the stairs as well, but were only coming into the kitchen now? Were they waiting to make a dramatic entrance? Honestly, I would not be surprised.

I reach into the cat food drawer in the fridge and pull out some fish mix. That was what the bag labeled it as anyways. I plop some into each of their bowls. Having fed them I feel much more comfortable with washing my hands and sitting down with Luke to eat.

“These are the cats. The black one is named Anubis, and the white one is Bastet.” I indicate to them.

“Hi!” they say in unison.

I look at Luke, waiting to see his reaction to the fact that he has two cats talking to him. He doesn’t seem at all surprised. Interesting.

“Daww, they are so cute. Listen to them meow at the same time. So cute!” he smiles, then turns back and starts serving up the food.

He gives me a good helping without even asking me how much I want to eat. I lift one eyebrow and look at him.

“You are way too skinny. It isn’t healthy. Plus, I love cooking for others. So, stop giving me that weird look and eat your breakfast.” He cuts off a large piece of pancake and stuffs it into his mouth.

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Not wanting to be rude I cut off a piece and eat it. It was so light and fluffy! Delicious! Hmm, I think it might be even better with just a bit of syrup. I didn’t want to appear rude though.

While I contemplated whether or not to add any syrup to the pancakes, I see him open the syrup and pour some onto his stack, and then hand it over to me.

“Thank you.” I say, and pour some onto my pancakes, and onto the bacon as well. I don’t know how people feel about it, but I think that bacon is much better with a helping of syrup on it. It’s salty and sweet, how can you not like that.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, and I take that time to look him over. I feel much more comfortable looking at him now that he was sitting, and his underwear wasn’t on display.

One would think that it wouldn’t bother me so much, having been around half naked men while dancing. Sometimes it got incredibly hot in the practice rooms, and we would all strip down and do our routines and practice in our underwear.

However! That is with people that I know. I don’t know Luke, thus it makes me uncomfortable.

I take a moment to appreciate how pretty he is, I mean observe him. That’s the normal behavior, and that is me. Normal person.

Luke is tall, he appears to be about 6’2” and has medium length sandy brown hair that goes a little past his shoulders. He seems to have pulled it up because he was cooking. Or maybe he just liked to have it pulled up? He looks at me and I notice that he has green eyes.

“Well?” he asks. “How is it?”

“It’s really good! Thank you.” I say, and flash him a smile.

“Ha, look at that. When not shouting that I am a pervert Little Rawr has quite the cute smile.”

Is… Is he flirting with me? I am honestly not sure how to react and am relieved when I hear Noah say, “Good morning Aurora”. He sounded sleepy. Did ghosts get tired?

“Good morning Noah.” I say in response and look to Luke to see if he was going to say anything.

“Holy syrupy pancakes, is there a ghost in the room! Is there someone actually there or are you the kind of person that makes up excuses not to respond when someone gives them a compliment.” He says, in what sounds like a teasing tone.

I, however, do not know him well enough to be able to differentiate his different tones.

“Didn’t you hear Noah say good morning?” I ask him.

“I am going to go with, no.”

Crap, did he think that I was making fun of him? I wasn’t. Could he really not hear Noah? That made me feel unnerved. Was Noah just in my head? No, that couldn’t be. Unless I went into a fugue state and left notes around the cabin for myself then Noah was most certainly real.

“It doesn’t seem like you are joking.” He pauses giving me what I assume is a discerning stare. “Well then, good morning Noah.”

He nods in the direction of the place set out for Noah. I could only assume that is where he was as well.

“Now that we have food over which to discuss, I have so many questions.” He takes a deep breathe and I fear another barrage of questions.

“First of all, why is this the first time that we are running into each other? I have been here for about three days now. Two and a half, but let’s round it to three.”

What? That shouldn’t really be possible, I mean at the least I should have heard him.

“I don’t know. It is a rather large place. Maybe we somehow were just never in the same place at the same time?” I feel like I’m trying more to convince myself then him. I look over at the cats. The cats also haven’t been around Luke either.