The plot thickens (Inglis)

Ratel watched her from a distance. She was completely in absorbed in the conversation with her the guy sitting opposite her. She was clearly very excited and was spending more time talking rather than eating her aglio olio.

She was nearly exactly how she would be when he met her on the other side. The only difference was that she was more animated in reality and she definitely fidgeted a lot more. He found her very entertaining to watch and perceived that the person whom she was speaking to must be very much entertained by her.

“You know Ken. I cannot believe that he would have done something like that. Gosh! He is so fussy sometimes. But nonetheless, without him we would never have met” laughed Inglis. She was really glad to have met Ken. He was around her brother’s age, yet he was able to relate to her better. Maybe because he thought more like a guy but was far more emotional to be one. Sometimes having Ken around was like having a little sister to talk to

Ratel saw the way Inglis eyes twinkled at certain parts of the conversation. He admired the dimples which appeared each time she laughed. Her hair bundled up with thin loose hair falling on her cheeks. Her lips… he swallowed. He remembered how she tasted when he kissed her. That fateful night. He wanted to experience it over and over again. He wanted to be near her, hear her voice , touch her. Ratel got up and moved over to the counter to pay for his coffee. She would never recognize him. He made sure he disguised himself well, especially his scent, which, she was very familiar with. Yet, he moved with caution. The cash counter was near to where she was sitting and he wanted to make sure that nothing would trigger her to suspect he was there. As he approached the counter, he realized that the Inglis had stopped speaking.

“So Inglis, did you manage to find out who this mysterious spirit is that seems to appear to you when you least expected?” asked Ken with his mouth full of squid ink pasta.

Inglis sighed “No I wish I knew. You are right Ken. This mysterious spirit seem to have taken a liking to me. In fact, he appeared three nights ago in my room. But that stupid thing did not have the courtesy to present itself formally. It just stood beside my bed and you know Ken, my room was so cold that night that I slept with my sheets over my head. Imagine the shock I had when I pulled my sheets down and turned over to see a face staring at me!” she cried.

“Ooh you had a glimpse of his face? What did it look like?” exclaimed Ken. He was nearly screaming. Ken had never seen an angel or demon or even a dead cockroach spirit in his life but he had never fail to believe that they existed. "So, come on Inglis, what was he like?" 

"Well, he was tall and very fair and he was wearing a red and white collared polo T-shirt. In fact he looked like Wally from the book, 'Finding Wally'. Yeah, come to think of it. Yes, that was what he looked like. 

Ratel's jaws nearly dropped. "Isis!" 

"Sir that would be four fifty" 

Ratel looked at the cashier. "Four fifty sir" 

He took out his cash and made his payment. He was lost in his thoughts. Ratel did not understand. Why would Isis pay Inglis a visit? He was the head soul catcher for the devil's council (Teful Churlen). What would he want with Inglis?

The conversation was already over between the two and they were talking about heading back home. Ratel quickly made his exit out of the French restaurant. He needed to find the only person who would be able to shed light on this matter.

"Isis"