You had been hired as a Ghostbuster just a few weeks ago, you were desperate for a job and you had assumed the ad posting was just for a receptionist.

Boy were you wrong.

After weeks of tailing behind the other four, you quickly gained their favor. Ray warmed right up to you, but the other three didn't exactly trust you. Considering it was a somewhat dangerous job and you were still young, they had fair reasoning but they eventually warmed up to you.

After catching your first ghost with little to no help, the guys threw a party for you, which was quite calm compared to some of the other events they had hosted.

After the initial celebration had died down you sat in one of the rooms of the firehouse, now the Ghostbusters headquarters, talking and eating. Winston and Ray had left to either go to bed or study a ghost or whatever they do, and Peter had gone on a "date" which you could only imagine wouldn't end well. So, now you were alone with Egon, the room was silent and you were simply observing the part hat Ray had begged him to wear. It was completely silent aside from the noises coming from the bust New York streets outside, until he finally said something.

"You're staring at me."