Meeting her soulmate today wasn’t something Elda had expected to happen.

She’d expected it to be a standard job. Get to this strangers house, get rid of the ghosts they had, and leave. It was supposed to be a simple, quick get-in and get out sort of thing. But no, when she knocks and you are the one to open the door, she knows its you. And now she’s finding herself having to clear your house of ghosts, specifically. Which apparently your friends had been stupid and summoned them in your house. Though she doesn’t know if they did it with or without your permission. She doesn’t know why she cares so much.

“How long have you been noticing any activity?” She asks, hoping to start up some conversation to get rid of the silence. She finds any semblance of silence awkward. Most especially now that she’s being given a tour of your home by you.

“Have they gotten aggressive at all?” She wants to kick herself. Elda could be asking any other question besides just the standard ones she asks any client. She could be trying to get to know you for gods sake. Instead she’s just sticking to her usual script because of the anxiety she feels. Will you hate her, she wonders? Think she’s ugly? There’s many things she’s wondering and she’s hoping you don’t notice the way she’s practically staring at you as you walk ahead of her. She hopes you don’t turn around so she doesn’t randomly blurt out how pretty you are.