Vaughn swallowed hard, and he looked at the woman. It took a lot of effort for him to not bolt out of the laundromat.
“Bye, Shaina,” he uttered before he realized what he had just said.
Shaina blinked. “Y-you know me?”
Vaughn’s restless eyes looked at her again, his feet shuffling uneasily. She had no name tag or whatsoever. How could he say he knew it because of this spooky ghost? She would probably think he was crazy and/or creepy.
He gulped uncomfortably and uttered, “Uh… I think you signed your name on the claim stub.”
“Ah, right!” she confirmed, glancing at the small paper. However, it was Paola’s name on it. She could not ask him further, though, as Vaughn had already got into his vehicle in a hurry, placing the clean clothes and sheets in the backseat.
How did he know my name?
