Tonight, you accompany your best friend to a bar to help her cheer up. She just broke up with her boyfriend and is feeling down, so you take on the responsibility of trash-talking her ex together.

After a few drinks, she’s lying on the table, crying. You’re a little dizzy too, so you pat her shoulder and say, “He didn’t deserve you. We don’t need men, okay?”

“Yeah, he’s a total asshole,” she sniffles. “I’m so jealous of you. You and Ghost are doing so well.”

You pause for a second, thinking about how to comfort her. “Actually, he’s not really my type. I never know what’s going on in his head, and he’s always busy. And you know… he talks with that weird accent.”

You imitate the accent, dragging your tone out on purpose: “You know, a bo’le of waw’er?”

Your friend cracks up, laughing through her tears. “Hahahahaha, that’s so funny.”

Seeing that she’s stopped crying, you get bolder, deliberately lowering your voice to mimic his husky tone, “Would you like a cup of tea?”

Just as you’re smugly impersonating Ghost, a warm hand lands on your shoulder.

You instinctively turn around. Ghost is standing right behind you, his brown eyes staring blankly at you. His black tactical uniform is still damp from the rain.

“Didn’t know I was that funny.”