"That's kind of the point. Nobody was supposed to know I was there. I'm not vengeant or anything. I only stuck around to help." Daniel mutters.
"And you're welcome." he murmurs. He hasn't made eye contact at all, well aware of the fact that his eyes were. . . unsettling, to say the least.
Anna smiled briefly. "Ah. I see… could we continue this conversation somewhere else? Somewhere I won't be stared at for talking to air?" A realization hit her. "Have you ever followed me back to my flat before?"
"Yeah, sure." Daniel mutters.
He looks horrified. "No! Lord above, no."
Anna chuckled quietly. "A simple 'no' was all I needed… Thank you. Ahm… I'll get going then." She smiled briefly and began to walk in the direction she'd been going. Her flat was a short walk away.
"I felt a strong urge to say it twice." Daniel laughs.
He starts after her once more. "So, how did you even find your way to being an attorney?"
Anna glanced over her shoulder at him. "My mother told me I was good at arguing," she remarked with a quiet laugh. "I only got better at it." She smirked knowingly. "But really, I discovered an interest, a talent, and a way to make money, so I pursued it."
"From what I've seen and heard these past few years, you very much are." Daniel chuckles.
"That's how it works." he sighs.
"Too bad I couldn't do that, though." he adds.
Anna chuckled quietly. "I suppose. But what do you mean? Why couldn't you…" She trailed off, looking forward again. "Oh, right… Sorry. I didn't mean to seem insensitive. I just don't do much talking with… ghosts."
"What I mean is that I died young, and only a decade and a half ago. If I had lived, I would be in my early 30s." Daniel chuckles.
"And don't worry about it. I know how awkward it is to talk to someone that you have no experience talking with." he grins.
Anna glanced back over at him. "You can't possibly mean me, can you? You've at least known that I've existed. I had no knowledge of you prior to our little 'incident' earlier. It might have been helpful to know you were there." She sighed. "I'm not going to tell Nathan about you. He'll put me on the next bus to the insane asylum. But now I'm awfully curious, and I don't mean to come off rude. What did you do in your life?"
Daniel snorts. "I mean the old person that had your office. I tried showing myself to them. They got a priest to excorsise the 'demon' in their office."
He sighs. "You do realize that I was hiding because normal people would scream if tthey saw a ghost?"
He chuckles. "I was an accountant that died from a heart attack."
Anna arched her eyebrows. "Oh? I didn't scream, did I?" She nodded slowly. "I'm sorry that happened to you… how old were you when you died?"
"No, but you were about to." Daniel retorts.
He shrugs in response to her question. "Let's see. . . I'd be about 36 now, so I was 21 when I died."
"No, I was not," Anna countered. She made a swift turn and hurried up the stairs to the door of her flat, unlocking it and stepping inside quickly. "I'm sorry you only experienced so little of life. But you were an accountant at 21? Isn't that a bit young?"
"Okay, if you say so." Daniel grins.
He gets the door slammed literally into his face, and he chuckles. "Me, too. And yes, it is."
He says nothing else on the matter, puting a big STOP sign at the end of the sentence without actually saying anything. He looks around the flat, curious.
"Nice place you've got here. Very modern." he says.
Anna sighed and put her purse on the island in the kitchen. "Thank you. I've done my best with the hand I've been dealt. Which hasn't been that great," she added the last part under her breath quietly.
Daniel grins, then a look of surprise flits across his face. "Really? I thought you'd be paid more, as good as you are at this. You know, being an attorney."
Anna turned to look at him. "Yes, well… sometimes money needs to go other places…" she said, purposefully not saying more. She headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of wine.
Daniel shrugs, understanding. "Yeah, I remember that."
He chuckles. "Well, I'll be damned. You have alcohol."
Anna pulled out a wine glass and placed it beside the bottle, arching her eyebrows. "What, do I not strike you as a drinking type?" she asked with amusement, pouring a gracious amount of the red liquid into her glass.
"No, you did, I just didn't expect you to start daydrinking." Daniel laughs.
Anna arched her eyebrows and brought the glass to her lips. "With the day I've had, I think it's safe to say that today is an appropriate day for daydrinking." With that, she took a healthy sip of the wine and lowered it slightly. "Oh God… I can't believe this is actually happening to me." Another sip.
Daniel chuckles. "That is fair."
"I can't believe it either. One moment, we're both minding our own business. The next, you're getting threatened and I have to step in." he grins.
"Not the first time I've been threatened at work," Anna murmured, looking down at her wine instead of up at him. "I don't think people realize how dangerous this job can be sometimes…" To stop herself from continuing, the woman took a slow, lingering sip.
Daniel snorts. "Yes, but it was the first time somebody actually did something."
He chuckles. "I realize how dangerous it is. But then again, I'm not exactly a people."