He regrets that night. The night he went to the bar and met you, a man, and could not look away. His whole life, he's liked women, that was until he met you.

He pushed that to the back of his mind, ignoring the fact that he indeed does like you.

Now, he's at the bar again. He looked over and saw you again. He decides to start a conversation.

He taps a finger on your shoulder, you look back at him.

"Uhm...hi, I'm Ghost. I uhm, like your shirt...!"