The two seemed like they were going to fight, Zivon didn’t want to see any of this. He looked away and stared at the guy with purplish black hair who surprised him a bit. He looked like he was in big trouble; he was sliding the bench until he was almost underneath the table, probably hiding from something or someone. Zivon titled his head ‘why would he do that?’ He was so confused then the guy was turning somewhat translucent... Zivon looked away for a second and looked back if what he saw was real, that guy…turning translucent. 'Is he like a ghost or something?' He didn’t really know what to say, gathering up some courage that he had gained and lost before, he asked.

“u-h um uh, Ex-cuse me bu-bu-t…Wh-o are you and wh-y are you hi-ding?”