"Andy?" The phantom repeated, her mouth hung open at the sight.
Andy said nothing instead she jumped off the black bar stool, approaching Nella. The older girl wrapped her arms around the dancer, squeezing her tightly, after all, it had been 25 years since they saw each other.
Andy pulled away from the hug, wiping the tears that slipped, smiling softly.
When they pulled back Nella looked at Andy in full, noticing she hadn't changed a lot, "You look young," she whispered, being choked by tears, "why do you look so young?" Nella caressed the side of her face, the older teen leaning into her touch.
"Because I'm still 18,"
"Little red," Nella whispered, sadly
Andy continued to wipe the tears, "I guess I should explain huh?"
Andy gently reached for Nella's hand, walking her back to the bar. The two of them sat on the stools, Damon joining them, taking a place beside Nella.
Damon whistled calling over the bartender, he ordered three cocktails promoting Nella to look at him weirdly. Andy giggled sensing her girlfriend's confusion, she placed her hand on AJ'a knee, "He's not crazy I promise, we can eat here,"
She took a slow sip of her drink locking eyes with Nella who had already gulped her cocktail down, the ballerina lightly tapped Damon the ghost laughing and ordering a few more drinks.
Andy cleared her throat, setting herself up to explain,
"I was a mess, Nella, after you died I just didn't know what to do with Myself, you were my everything," Nella momentarily looked down, admiring her shoes, and outfit and doing everything not to stare into the beautiful blues of Andy Martin's eyes; she loves Andy, but as a friend, as a crush, as an idea but not as a girlfriend.
